Posts Tagged: jerry stahl
Jerry Stahl’s Happy Mutant Baby Pills is a hurricane of comedic and satirical horrors involving drug abuse, violence, manic lovers (including their manic sex lives), and ungodly revenge against the United States.
To promote his new book Happy Mutant Baby Pills, OG Dad author Jerry Stahl rode around with writer/director/producer Larry Charles, trying to dig up endorsements from those famous friends.
The result is probably the only book trailer to be posted on Funny or Die—and definitely the only book trailer to feature cameos from Jason Schwartzman, Ben Stiller, Michael C....more
It’s no secret, the amount of crying you have to listen to when you have a baby is astronomical. Before this, my exposure to crying females was pretty much limited to those I was in a relationship with...more
My daughter got her first bill today. $25, a cancellation fee for blowing off an appointment with a Dr. Papoolian....more
So I’m standing in front of the fridge, door open, wondering more-or-less what happened to my life, when I suddenly remember I have an eight month old baby in my arms....more
Before what happened happened at Sandy Hook Elementary, I was going to write about back pain. Specifically “boomer back”—dark secret of infant–spawning post-50 boomerdom—a malady specific to “older parents”...more
As if the recent presidential campaign was not disturbing enough, in the middle of it, my five month old morphed into Donald Trump....more
A baby is like a Rorschach. An occasionally adorable, periodically screamy blob onto which we project our own fears, delights and inner damage.
Ideas, as famed vegetarian and human breast milk fan, George Bernard Shaw, once said, are not responsible for the people who embrace them....more
It’s been 43 days since Baby N came in for landing. Maybe too early to wax sentimental, but not, I hope, to revisit the particular weirdness of Mondo Maternito....more
My niggling fear, as a late-in-the game Dad, was that somehow I’d end up in diapers before my baby was out of them....more
First time away from the baby, and the world is a strange new place. Before leaving, I spent an acid-without-the-acid-esque few days contemplating the tiny faux-hawked nipple-sucker perched atop E’s monstro breast....more
WEEK 39, DAY 7
Spoiler alert: I’m writing this with half-day old, 6 pound, nine ounce newborn and Patton Oswalt-lookalike Baby N curled in my left arm, typing one-handed with a precariously balanced MacBook on my crotch...more
WEEK 39, DAY 6
Here we are, back in the doctor’s office. Our home away from home. We’ve come, yet again, to try and see why our unborn party ball has yet to start its descent into humanity....more
WEEk 39, DAY 5
Jesus, this fucking waiting! It’s like, if I were paranoid, I would actually be wondering if this baby-to-be kind of hates us. Or, more accurately, hates me....more