Forever Feh

You might remember me from television's Long Road to Angel Creek, where I played Joe McGinty, that twinkly-eyed stumblebum who imparted wisdom and spiritual uplift wherever he went. Angel Creek sat high atop the ratings heap for a good while. Of course, back then, there were only three networks, and a "Lifetime" was something you tried to fill with friends and good deeds, not a female-skewed specialty channel!

Eventually, we fell out of favor with audiences, whose tastes would run towards shows featuring sibling rivalries and crime solving of the Simon & Simon variety, and Seth here was left to his own devices, showless.

I pulled away from Hollywood's intoxicating clutches, and decided the path to happiness would be the same path Joe McGinty took. I was wrong in thinking this. Joe McGinty, it turns out, was a conceit, the product of a roomful of Hollywood TV writers who cynically knew that Joe's adventures, wrapped up tidily week after week in their happy ending bows, would act as catnip to the millions of you out there looking for a deeper message of hope, preferably from the comfort of your couches.

Sadly, by the time I came to this realization, I had been robbed  of all my money and clothing by a wilding band of crack cocaine addicts, and dumped, bruised and naked, by a semi-sympathetic Sudanese cab driver at the door of a Detroit flophouse.

While I would definitely call that my lowest moment, I have been informed that there have been arguably lower for which I was not conscious. No matter. I was determined to scale back to my previous heights, and, fifteen years and countless nights working the hard LA streets with mi familia adoptiva, the Shakey's Tranny Bunch, later, I realized that what the world was missing was another hilarious blog about celebrities!

Which brings us to Feh. Feh was many things to many people, but for me, it always had one function, and that was to send heavily encoded messages to the race of nanoaliens living inside my teeth. But as I fed the Molarians their steady stream of covert intelligence, an interesting thing happened. I was offered a job! At Defamer! Nice knowin' ya, Tranny Bunch! Let me know when the titjob carwash fundraiser is!

Admittedly, when I realized I still had Feh,  I panicked and decided the best course of action was to feed my blog baby a healthy dose of under-the-sink cocktail, hoping it would just, I don't know, disappear. Mommy doesn't live here anymore! Hit the road, ya lil' Food Stamp black hole!

No go. The stubborn brat just keeps on going, racking up page hits, and emails demanding, at the very least, an explanation of what the hell happened to me.

Which brings us to this post. What have you learned?  I'm a baby poisoning sellout with teensy aliens in my teeth.

And what have I learned?

Make no mistake. You can't kill Feh.

PS Bonus points to anyone who figured out I'm drunk and high right now!

Comments

[Bryan]

Nanoaliens? Tranny bunch tits carwash? Is this e-mail spam or a blog? Feh.

[Seths Mother]

I think it's brilliant! Everything my son does is brilliant!

[Gilang Anggi]

haha..

[Ruth]

My son is also brilliant, and sometimes drunk. That, however, is not so brilliant. Mishigonah.

[Arif Kurniawan]

hheheheh

['tHaatHaaaa]

please, i dont like this and quick remove to my friendster home.

['tHaatHaaaa]

please, i dont like this and quick remove to my friendster home.