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Saturday
Jun132009

Welcome To The Saturday Edition


Okay, time to begin the Saturday show. As always, no fishwrap or Daily Photo updates, but we’ll have some new Condensed Gossip shortly, a Saturday Poll, a regurgitated MySpace blog this afternoon and a Daily Video early in the evening. So if you’re around, check back and look for the red link updates on the Home Page. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo!

Saturday
Jun132009

Beer Frame


This is going to be an extremely short Beer Frame tonight. I worked a long-ass twelve hour shift with machines jamming up on me the whole time and now I’m beat. It’s 4:15 in the fucking morning and I’ve just cracked my first beer.

I do want to thank everybody for stopping by and leaving comments! The Marty Wombacher Show has been on the air for five weeks now and there’s been over 13,000 page views. I appreciate everybody who comes and please tell your friends and let’s see this audience grow!

Alright time for a beer or six and then I’m collapsing. The show will probably start closer to one or maybe even two in the afternoon tomorrow, I hope to see you then!

Cheers to you, my friends,

Marty

Friday
Jun122009

Daily Video

SCTV Leave it to Beaver

Earlier in the day I made a hot link for Leave It To Beaver in my lonely P.O. Box column. While searching through YouTube I found this SCTV parody of Leave It To Beaver and it’s hilarious! A reminder of how great that show was. Enjoy!

Friday
Jun122009

P.O. Box 395

 After last week’s treasure trove I was greeted today by an empty P.O. Box. This is my ridin’ high in May, shot down in June moment. And I’m not talking June Cleaver either. And Ward, I’m worried about the Beaver!

Send anything you like to:

Marty Wombacher

P.O. Box 395

New York, NY • 10113

Friday
Jun122009

Hi Asshole!

Hi Asshole!

Friday
Jun122009

A Postcard From Oprah

Friday
Jun122009

Hello and Welcome to Friday's Show!

Thank God it’s Friday and thank God I don’t have to work the dayshift today!

One again, genius artwork by resident artist, “Boris,” on the Home Page! It’s electric! Thanks, “Boris!”

I’ve got some good stuffed brewed up. We’ll have a “Hi Asshole,” this afternoon, I’m going to check the P.O. Box to see if there’s anything there and updates at Daily Photo, Condensed Gossip and fishwrap. Check back often, I’ll be posting the Daily Photo momentarily! Oh, and I’ve got a postcard from Oprah coming up here within the hour. Just check the red links on the Home Page, Homie’s!

Thursday
Jun112009

Beer Frame


I usually have the comments of the week on this edtion of “Beer Frame,” but I’m going to do that tomorrow, because I’m beat tonight. I worked the dayshift and it kicked my ass. I hate morning, daylight sucks and to quote Keith Richards, “The sunshine bores the daylights outta me.”

Luckily I’m back on my normal shift tomorrow, so posting’s will happen around the crack of noon, instead of the ridiculous time they started today! Sneeze ya then!

Cheers,

Marty

P.S. Speaking of Keef:

Thursday
Jun112009

Daily Video

Not Tapped out yet? Well, here’s a nine minute video with all the best scenes from Spinal Tap. Nine minutes? Shouldn’t it go to eleven?

Thursday
Jun112009

Doing Lines With Spinal Tap

Here’s some memorable lines from Spinal Tap:

Marty DiBergi: Oh, there actually is, uh... there was a Saint Hubbins?

David St. Hubbins: That's right, yes. Marty DiBergi: What was he the saint of? David St. Hubbins: He was the patron saint of quality footwear.

 

Ian Faith: Certainly, in the topsy-turvy world of heavy rock, having a good solid piece of wood in your hand is often useful.

 

[Nigel is playing a soft piece on the piano] Marty DiBergi: It's very pretty.

Nigel Tufnel: Yeah, I've been fooling around with it for a few months.

Marty DiBergi: It's a bit of a departure from what you normally play.

Nigel Tufnel: It's part of a trilogy, a musical trilogy I'm working on in D minor which is the saddest of all keys, I find. People weep instantly when they hear it, and I don't know why.

Marty DiBergi: It's very nice.

Nigel Tufnel: You know, just simple lines intertwining, you know, very much like - I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach, and it's sort of in between those, really. It's like a Mach piece, really. It's sort of...

Marty DiBergi: What do you call this? Nigel Tufnel: Well, this piece is called "Lick My Love Pump."

Artie Fufkin: [after nobody turns up, at an album-signing promotion] You know what I want you to do? Will you do something for me?

David St. Hubbins: What?

Artie Fufkin: Do me a favor. Just kick my ass, okay? Kick this ass for a man, that's all. Kick my ass. Enjoy. Come on. I'm not asking, I'm telling with this. Kick my ass.

 

Mick Shrimpton: As long as there's, you know, sex and drugs, I can do without the rock and roll. 

 

[Reading a review of Spinal Tap's latest album] Marty DiBergi: "This pretentious ponderous collection of religious rock psalms is enough to prompt the question, 'What day did the Lord create Spinal Tap, and couldn't he have rested on that day too?'"

 

Nigel Tufnel: You can't really dust for vomit.

 

David St. Hubbins: It's such a fine line between stupid, and clever.

 

Nigel Tufnel: It's like, how much more black could this be? And the answer is none. None more black.

 

Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and...

Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?

Nigel Tufnel: Exactly.

Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it's louder? Is it any louder?

Nigel Tufnel: Well, it's one louder, isn't it? It's not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You're on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you're on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?

Marty DiBergi: I don't know.

Nigel Tufnel: Nowhere. Exactly. What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?

Marty DiBergi: Put it up to eleven.

Nigel Tufnel: Eleven. Exactly. One louder.

Marty DiBergi: Why don't you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?

Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven.