Beard bald spot

My long lost 1st ever attempt at a YouTube video has been found! I recommend mixing things up and ahhing before you ooh

This is the exact moment Gangnam Style finally got awesome

Don't say this out loud

If you get into a sign language argument with a deaf friend while they're brandishing swords then watch out! Your friend may have found themselves an interesting hobby, and after this argument they may want to tell you all about it!

Also why argue? Why not ask about the swords, that's interesting right? Swords man! Better than a stupid argument at least.

Also good for you for learning sign language so you can speak to your deaf friend.

Also, watch out! Sign language with swords is dangerous!

I hope if you died four years ago we didn't just find out

If you had a huge pile of notes wouldn't you want someone to randomly pick at them? Also don't you dare discount Marvin Hamlisch you bastards.

Today in secrets

You know those bookshelves which are actually secret doorways? Well they are strange because ALL bookshelves are secret doorways - well, if you consider reading a secret - and you consider the imagination a doorway - and you can deal with the cruel reality that the boring 'book shelf' could have therefore been instead called the far more bad ass 'reading imagination' - and you can handle that this alternative name is actually sort of confusing as it references a secret doorway that is only metaphorical - and you're not too lazy to read a book - and you're not offended that I used the word 'lazy' to describe non-book readers - and you're not upset that I'm seemingly discounting all the hard lifting done by the shelf itself on a book shelf - especially if it holds reference books - which aren't really the kind of books that open secret doorways - but are heavy and frankly why should bookshelves hold a secret doorway - why isn't holding up big heavy stuff enough for you people? Would you like to hold up books all day for people to 'maybe' read the spine of - no you wouldn't - unless you would - in which case maybe you're the one hiding secrets!

A documentary - the making of episode one of In Bed with Charlie and Dave

Dave and Charlie wanted to do a talk show in bed but were too lazy to do it right, here is a documentary about how it all went down, and also the first episode. Dave forgot to pretend to read the bit about pretending to do 'may the force be with you' in a German accent.

Elmo has more secrets than you think

With the Elmo scandal escalating today it's a good time to point out that I know how he got away with it for so long, he is super super smart, and I proved his intelligence over a year ago!

What the hell is going on?

I haven't posted much recently, mostly because I have been really busy, but also because in a post recently I promised to start blogging daily, mostly as a challenge to myself, and when I set myself a challenge you better believe that makes me lazy.

Then again, fuck you for calling me lazy, I am really, really busy! With what? You may have asked, well I'll tell you, I guess. I mean I actually only came on to this blog today to try and see if I can get my twitter linked up so that if anyone comes looking at this page and are disappointed not to find a new blog they can at least see what I have been tweeting about, because I can do those with my phone when I am out and about, and now that I think about I can probably blog with my phone these days (hhhhmmm... stay tuned for some extremely poorly edited brain dumps as soon as I can figure out how) and anyway, the twitter link isn't working , so why not actually write something, like about what I have been up to?

- I have started back up at full time acting school! At Stella Adler in Los Angeles to be precise! That's one of the really well regarded and respected ones... ooooohhh. One of the biggest reasons I got into the arts is because I just can't handle the early mornings of a normal job. So I now have class really early mornings most days. It's fun. The other day I fell asleep while lying on the ground doing breathing exercises in voice class, and I, and technically this means that I am narcoleptic, but when I fall asleep I fall instantly into REM sleep, and when a man is rocking to REM he usually gets an erection (which is why Michael Stipe copped so many gay rumors), and when a man gets an erection somewhere he doesn't want it (like class) it is very hard to make it go away, and seriously, no exaggeration, the exercises we did for the next five/ ten minutes were to work on loosening our lower abdominal muscles by lying in our back lifting our bottoms off the ground and making circles with our pelvises. So yes, I will be a movie star soon.

- My new book 'The Embarrassing Memory Murderer' is finally definitely coming out, the final draft was sent to the publishers last week, and I am talking to all sorts of people about covers, back cover blurbs, author bios and photos, and just why the hell I am choosing to publish a book full of so many horrifically embarrassing things about myself. There are things in this book that make the story above seem like the time I found money on the ground and spent it on treats for myself. This thing is going to humiliate the hell out of me, and possibly cost me many friends and opportunities. I will tell you all how to get it as soon as I know.

- I also want to start releasing a bunch of books I have written over the years as e-books, to your right there is now a place you can vote for which one you think I should do first, if I actually get some votes then I will actually follow what you say! Yes! I may even do a blog soon with some synopsises so you know what you're voting for, and also to give you an excuses to say synsopsises. 

- I burned my tongue on hot things lots of times, seriously Dave, if it's hot blow

- Oh last weekend I ended a long lasting no puke stretch by puking on a tree next to two fast food drive through queues and halfway though a spider climbed out of the mess, so that was fun.

I am forgetting a bunch of other stuff, but who cares, I am tired, have homework to do and have class again in 30 minutes. I hope I fall asleep again, there are some things on the ceiling there that really need to be pointed out.

Finally one of the great mysteries of the world SOLVED

There are lots of mysteries man has longed sought an answer for that seem, up until now, impossible to solve.

1. Why was Stonehenge built and by whom?

2. What’s the meaning of life?

3. Why do people care about lawns?

4. Why do girls prefer assholes to nice guys?

5. How could you prefer dogs to cats?

6. What’s the deal with fake fingernails?

7. If you wash yourself in the shower then why do you need to ever wash your towel?

8. Why does Samsung, in their current ad campaign, think a guy saving a spot in line for his parents, is a sign that their product is ‘cooler’ than their competitors?

9. Why are there so many idiots in the world?

Well those are all easy to answer (and I will do so shortly) but there is one question that even I thought that even I would never be able to answer. That is of course – what kind of idiot would ever wear their pants super low around their thighs exposing their entire underpants and clearly super uncomfortable and stupid looking, and unsanitary and totally stupid looking?

So I am in Taco Bell last week. I was busting for a urine break and decided to go for fast food in hope of using their lavatory and figured that seeing as their rule was that you had to purchase food before you could use their lavatory I should order food, try and use the lavatory while waiting for it to be prepared, and therefore eat with a clean and empty bladder.

Then disaster struck, a man entered the lavatory just as I reached the door, and stayed in there a long, long time. As I was dining alone, and did not trust anyone to mind my food, and was too stupid to order it in a convenient to-go bag, I decided to try and consume my food fast enough to escape a messy problem in my pants.

As I sat down to eat it became clear that my mission to consume my food in time was going to come down to a simple math formula: time eating + time to get to the toilet = how much time I have before I can pee = hopefully not so long as before I MUST pee. It was genius, and realizing I was a genius I became immediately satisfied that I would not be stupid enough to accidently pee my pants after all, so relaxed into consuming my food, and decided to partake in a wee bit of people watching, hoping for nothing but a minor distraction while filling my belly hoping not to empty my bladder.

This is when I noticed the man FINALLY come out of the men’s bathroom, only now he had turned into a woman, well into a surprisingly passable transvestite. Now I spot two men enter the restaurant, both wearing their pants super low around their thighs exposing their entire underpants and clearly super uncomfortable and stupid looking, and unsanitary and totally stupid looking, and I immediately looked at the transvestite, and back to the two gentlemen and thought ‘I can understand why a man would want to dress as a woman but what kind of an idiot would actually wear their pants super low around their thighs exposing their entire underpants and clearly super uncomfortable and stupid looking, and unsanitary and totally stupid looking?’

One of these men now went right up to the transvestite and began hitting on her, which surprised me a little. His friend meanwhile went and bought them food. When his food was bagged he turned to his friend and said ‘let’s bounce’ and then added a derogatory word than began with ‘n’. However this man didn’t want to ‘bounce’ and he instead took a seat right next to me, from where he could look at the transvestite from behind.

‘I want to rape you’ he now said out loud at the transvestite, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear ‘yo girl, I am going to rape you’ he added.

Now he turned to me and asked ‘are you a producer?’ I told him no, and tried to really focus on eating so as to distract him from talking to me, and this made him comment ‘yo, you look like a producer’.

He now told me that he was Tupak’s son, that he was dressed specifically to avoid the paparazzi, yelled a few more times that he planned on raping the transsexual, told me he was bi-sexual so it was ok, and asked me to write him a sweet movie, then left, and I finished my food with just enough time to make the toilet!

Q: What kind of idiot wears their pants super low around their thighs exposing their entire underpants and clearly super uncomfortable and stupid looking, and unsanitary and totally stupid looking?

A: The kind of weirdo who helps you eat quick enough to avoid peeing your pants.

Mystery SOLVED!

And now to answer all the mysteries above:

1.     As a calendar, by idiots who didn’t care that the calendar didn’t yet matter as they were not keeping records of what they did on a day-to-day basis

2.    Trying to avoid idiots

3.   Because long grass can make it hard to spot low lying idiots

4.    Girls need to pee a lot

5.    Some people are allergic

6.    Some girls want to look like transvestites in hope of attracting sons of dead rappers who think it’s ok to exclaim a desire to rape a stranger out loud in a fast food place

7.    You don’t

8.   They’re idiots

9.    Because not enough people pee at Taco Bell to answer life’s questions, those idiots

And now for some whining

I have a cold which is a way of saying that I am sick and my sickness is making me feel bad especially seeing as I have to get up early tomorrow and my Nyquil isn’t working fast enough and if I don’t get to sleep early then getting up early is going to make me feel bad and keep in mind that I ordered pizza for dinner and I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would which I think is because my head is all blocked up from my cold and this is the cold which is making me feel bad and yet I still have lots of left over pizza to eat in the future because I like to order so much that I am guaranteed left over which is why I ordered too much tonight but if I didn’t really enjoy the first run of the pizza then I probably won’t enjoy the left overs but also if I don’t eat them I will waste them and wasting food makes me feel bad as there are hungry people in the world which is a big political issue which reminds me of the election that is happening here in the united states of America which is where I am writing this from and which is the political thing that most people are talking about recently in this place I am writing this from and that is a political thing making some people angry and when people are angry then it makes me feel bad that they are angry and even though it is not me that they are angry at because I don’t even get a vote on the political issues in this country let alone a get enough of a say so as to polarize people because of the opinion of a position I have stated I believe about is different from the opinion of a position from other people who have different positions from my opinion and their anger at me would make me feel bad which is why I don’t like to think about politics because ultimately you can’t make everyone happy which means you end up making at least someone unhappy and that makes them unhappy with you which if it was directed at me would make me feel bad and yet I don’t even have the option of having that which makes me feel bad and also I forgot to chew my chewable vitamins C which is like both rejecting the very thing which makes that product marketable as chewable and also costing me the potential positive effect on my cold whether from the healing properties of the vitamin C or from the placebo affect of thinking that this is something that vitamin C is capable of doing which would make me feel bad about prolonging my cold which is the very thing making me feel bad.

On the other hand I just saved on a lot of unused punctuation, so that’s good right?

You think YOU got it bad

One fun thing about living in LA is seeing the city drowning in billboards for new television shows that are so clearly shamefully awful you know they'll be axed before being inflicted on the rest of world.

Some of these shows star people I know! Congratulations guys! I am genuinely as jealous as all hell. That’s why I have come up with several pitches for my own TV shows which are awful show ideas yet are better than half of the ones actually about to be released.

- Thick Marker: In a world where there is a fine line between pleasure and - pain, truth and lies, and love and hate - a man who runs a small failing stationary shop is really frustrated he isn't selling more thick markers.

- Women in heat? A bunch of women who lack a lot of patience are sent to a different sauna every week, but will their lack of patience allow them to hang around until those coals actually get hot? Who knows?

- Couffee..... or irony: A guy opens a coffee shop in an ethnically diverse neighborhood and finds imitating the various accents of his customers endlessly fun- until he gets stabbed. After six months in the hospital upon discharge he's told to 'lay off the caffeine' the very stuff he's got to sell to pay his medical bills!
- Climbing women: A gang of recreational rock climbing women find climbing the corporate ladder is not as easy as cliffs - especially as they're all (dum dum dum) women! Will they be 'roped' into bad deals, will they occasionally ‘anchor’ the odd conference call, will they ‘figure eight knot’ the man of their dreams? Or will their webolette, piton catchers and thrutching get in the way? Stay tuned!

- You think you've got it bad: After a psychiatrist discovers a cluster of his former clients have gone on to commit suicide he has a mental breakdown leaving him unable to say anything other than a sarcastically toned 'you think YOU got it bad? And to his surprise now he able to REALLY help those in need, but can he help himself? No, not really.

I know entertainment, so you can trust me networks, give me a call please. Ps for the record when I first saw commercials for ‘Friends’ my honest reaction was 'holy shit, that's going to BOMB!'

The New Normal

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I’ve decided that I am so normal that I am going to start taking normal to places it’s never been before!

That’s right, I am going to strap a backpack to normal, point it north and tell it not to come back till it’s seen things that has blown it’s eyes right out of it’s sockets, so that they are left hanging and bouncing around on it’s chest like a tiny kangaroo boxing it, only to look down and realize it’s eyes are actually looking into cave filled with super clean dinner plates, yeah that’s right normal!

I am going to lock normal in a basement and tell it that when it comes up its body may well be covered in random bruises but that’s nothing compared to the bruises it will feel on it’s mind, and not just any part of it’s mind, but the parts that have never been used before, the parts full of donuts made out of elephant dreams, the parts where people sexually moan about dust on lampshades, the part where ‘two plus two clingy grouper filling’ makes more sense than anything that’s ever come out of the ear of a Nat, yeah that’s right normal!

I’m going to cover normal in honey then throw it out of a moving space train that’s been lost in the amazon jungle, and when it looks up and finds the honey is being licked off it will discover the tongues of Mayan pyramids ravishing it in an orgy of over conditioned confidence issues mixed with self perpetuating terrible arrogance, only the tongues won’t be made of flesh, but of the soft smell of rain washing away a single beer burp, yeah that’s right normal!

I’m taking you on a journey normal, so be scared, be afraid like the only cloud on a sunny day that is shaped like a giant guitar in the sky only with no one to play you so you start to fall apart into random vapor that will drift into a champagne flute only when you go to take a sip you’ll find that there is a huge shard missing from the side of the glass, but how is the orange juice it’s filled with not falling it out? How? HOW? Yeah that’s right normal, be afraid, you have now met David Tieck, and life is going to be very different from now on.

Oh also, normal, are any of those clean dinner plates cereal bowls? I kind of feel like some breakfast. Just let me know, you know, if you get a chance.

Inventions more smart than other things

Here at Ok, intriguing: Hell Yeah! I'm not just about experimenting with the boundaries of the comedic experience; I’m also occasionally interested in things that are simply true. Take bongo drums for instance, if they were real I may be interested in them in times that I am interested in things that are real, but seeing as they are clearly figments of various peoples’ imaginations I’m only interested in them on the times I am mostly interested in things which are clearly made up, which is most of the time. Well today isn’t most of the time!  

Yesterday I brought you the origins of one of the truly greatest inventions of all time, the Honda Red Key.

 In the Honda offices many years ago

As I am writing this, right now (ooohhh, time travel) I'm waiting for the tow truck! Oh my god that's a great invention that red key, but here is the thing, as brilliant as providing a key for customers that does nothing but completely fuck up your own car is, I have actually personally invented some things even MORE smarter! And remember the red key is clearly quite brilliant, it fucked up my own car and cost me a lot of money, that's genius, I've been driving Hondas since my first driving lesson nearly 20 years ago and now I'm considering blacklisting them forever, that's a seriously great invention, so an invention that is even better than that invention would have to be truly revolutionary, and those are the type of inventions that I invented!

So here they are, my pitch to you of my inventions even smarterer than the red key as invented by me, three of them!

ONE
Do you love pet rocks? Ha ha, trick question, of course you do, but lets face it, they have one big flaw - they don’t give you an excuse to play with your own feces. That’s why I invented the pet poo, all the fun of a pet rock with the added benefit of fishing a poo out of your toilet and gluing eyes to it!

TWO
Are you Hungry? Ha ha, trick question, everyone knows the only correct answer to that question is 'depends what you’re offering', and you can’t possibly know what I am offering, unless I tell you, and now I will, because what I am offering is awesome - its tennis racket bolognaise! Just like regular spaghetti bolognaise but replacing messy spaghetti with full sized tennis rackets, finally you can eat bolognaises AND wear a white shirt.

THREE

Are you sick of having to open your door to get in your house? Ha ha, trick question, because if you’re like me, and I assume you’re exactly like me, then you know that opening your front door is tiresome, especially if you’re A. carrying lots of soda B. chewing gum that has lost its flavor but you haven’t spotted a trash can in ages so you’re still chewing it, but really looking forward to getting inside to spit it out, or even if C. you have a rapists chasing you. That’s why I invented the house with no front door. With the no front door house you'll never have to open your front door again, plus no pesky repairs from rapists breaking your lock!

Wow, that's just three inventions clearly smarterer than the Honda red key, and yet the Honda red key exists, and my better inventions are just rotting in my brain barely making me any money. That makes no sense, and this is a blog where I am concerned with nothing but truth, and how can something true not make sense? Damn you Honda.

Maybe I should invent things I can SELL to Honda, that'd be intellegenter of me, um…

Are you sick of having to get into car crashes to justify expensive car bodywork? Ha ha, trick question? The answer is 'no'. Well we at Honda think you SHOULD want to take your car to the repair shop guy even if you haven’t been in a car accident. That's why we provide a drunk father of a teenage girl with every Honda sold. Simply let your drunk father of a teenage girl out of your trunk, tell him you impregnated his daughter, hand him a big stick, then lock yourself in your car and you'll be at the repair works body fix mans shop in a jiffy. Drunk father of a teenage daughter's now standard on all Hondas.

Wow, am I awesome at inventing things more smarty than the red key? Trick question, fuck yeah I am!