By Josef Buchanan | Published: Thursday, January 21, 2010
With the demise of late night television these days, the rath of the chin is being felt, I’ve been forced to back into finding shows that don’t make you want to jab forks into my head. “That Mitchell and Webb Look”, mostly for a segment called “The Surprising Adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar” . I’d check it out, if you know what is good for you!
So, Conan is out and Leno is in. Dear Mr. Leno, don’t do us any favors by picking the carcass of something that the big cheeses of the network has freshly killed. Maybe it will open more time slots for late night episodes of “Jersey Shore” or “The Biggest Loser”….man I hate me some reality television.
By Josef Buchanan | Published: Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Dearest Tuesday, could we please call it a truce? I’m growing tired of the weekly battles that we have been in the past 32 years. Thank you.
There isn’t too much to report back to the deleted masses. I’m still trying to gather some freelance work, I’ve bailed on plans for a bake sale. So if you have any illustration/design/art work that you need. Please send me an email if interested, I can be reached at josef[at]beendeleted.com. I shall post some progress snippets on the “BEENDELETED BOOK PROJECT” this weekend. Keep an eye on here or my facebook group for that.
That is all for now, until the next time….COURAGE.
By Josef Buchanan | Published: Thursday, January 7, 2010
Given that this week was cut short via some sick time from work, I feel like my brain might be a bit more into it. Plans to clean das’ haus this weekend and kicking back and not doing anything that involves money have been made. I’m hoping to get some more work on the “BEENDELETED BOOK PROJECT”, but we’ll see. Above, you will see my “Pee-wee christ” illustration not to be confused with another christ image by one Serrano, if you don’t know it, look it up, you’ll learn something.
Well, though brief, I do cherish these conversations. Until next time….COURAGE.
By Josef Buchanan | Published: Thursday, December 31, 2009
Don’t you get tired of the end of the year recaps that you see everywhere? Yeah, I do too….but this is different, it’s about me…so deal with it.
2009 was a pretty good year for the delete and family. We managed to escape Colorado and set up shop in Montana where we’re still testing the waters, but like it so far. Beatrix has arrived and has made her mark on Beendeleted Inc., to say the least. I’ve been struggling with the fact that all of my material has become “dad” material…I’ve embraced the Mr. Roper uniform and now look forward to rolling eyes and predictable sayings at every event just like my father did and still does.
2009 has also brought the Delete to realize that laying off the cookies might be a better choice, this is not a resolution by any means, I hate resolutions and think they’re the lamest ways of disappointing one’s self. Maybe I’ll write off this “bulking up” as research for the Deleted Book Project. There will be a sort of “Incredible Hulk” segment of the story, but it will probably be called the “Incredible Bulk” or something like that. Anyways, isn’t fattening up a bit make you more “Jolly”? I think you sweat more and run the risk of keeling over from heart issues, but that is just a guess.
Anyways, that is it for the brief recap of the year in delete. I’ll most likely be asleep before the stroke of midnight tonight, which is much preferred to staying up and watching Carson Faily with Green Day along with the cast of Hair….who stays up for that shit, really? Yipes! Besides I have to be up early to get ready for the Winter Classic at 11am.
By Josef Buchanan | Published: Monday, December 28, 2009
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We’re back from a quick stint in southeastern Antarctica, also known as Laramie. It is back to work for this kid to try and make up some cash which was drained by Mr. Claus and Johnny Mortgage or in our case Jose Monthly Rent. Ah, such is life. I did manage to donate some money to the Montana State Patrol for doing all of 9 miles per hour over the interstate speed limit. Tis’ the season for yearly quotas. Dammit!
