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Hi, I'm a trash magnet

I have a problem throwing stuff out as evidenced both by the fact that I don’t even own a real trash can and the clanging sound out I make when I walk into a room. “Oh, don’t mind me,” I say, laughing at the empty tuna cans and balls of tinfoil which have adhered to my backside like unconventional wind chimes. I was going to refer to them as foul-smelling wind chimes but the thing is that of course I rinse out the cans before sticking them on my butt. I’m not some kind of idiot.

Anyway, I loved this post by Chris Hardwick. Any day now I’m totally going to take it to heart.

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The Daily Alison (Day 15; Wherein I do stuff and then talk to Paula)

So I had to edit out a few seconds from the beginning and end of this and then I had to cut out 8 seconds where the phone is ringing. I hope the slick production isn’t distracting. I also hope YouTube chokes on a sock for making me edit to fit their time parameters. Yeah that’s right. A sock. Chokes on a sock. I said it and I’ll say it again.

Anywhoozies, today I talked to Paula the former frontwoman of the band I played in and the current frontwoman of The Heels. Check them out here.

In other news, Hannity called today to see if I wanted to come on the panel. I was half expecting them to ask if I could come on tonight since I get a fair amount of last minute calls to do live TV but instead they want to know if I can come on in August. I’m sorry, that’s when I summer in a coconut, I explained. It’s a large coconut that sleeps 12 though the most we’ve ever had in there at one time was 8. Also, I’ve never had this much advance notice for anything. I’m probs going to have to get my shoes dyed to match for the occasion!

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This is why I'm angry at my eye

Crossing one eye used to be one of the things I did for fun. Other things in my fun repertoire? Raising one eyebrow, blowing spit bubbles off the end of my tongue, wiggling my ears, squishing my nose to demonstrate how squishy it is, making myself burp and for a very short time I juggled. Also there was the whole thing with the fancy card shuffling. Now in telling you all this I’m not trying to brag, though I imagine a certain amount of respect is flowing from you to me right now, I’m just stating the facts. The facts are that I’m fairly amazing. Or at least I was. You see, these days when I try to cross one eye I’m noticing something alarming.

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My eye is lazy in terms of not being lazy. It’s like I have a lazy eye, that’s how normal it is. You know? Instead of very clearly heading one way while the other one looks straight, I just have a vaguely crazed look going on. I’m kind of beside myself.

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Here I am at Paltalk yet again not effectively crossing one eye. Hope springs eternal I guess.

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Still, it was depressing enough that I grew pensive….

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And felt the need to hide under multiple hats…

11And then I took some calls.

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Posts in a blanket

Hello my little cocktail weenies. How goes it? Wait, I’m not sure I want to address you as cocktail weenies. Hello my little water crackers? Clearly I’m working in the realm of hors d’oevres right now. And while we’re talking about that I got into a little debate with one Doug Benson last week because I insisted that pigs in a blanket are cocktail weenies in puff pastry and he claimed they’re sausages in pancakes and then said it was a regional thing however I’m from the same region he is so don’t be pulling any Best Foods/ Hellman’s shit on me, you know? I mean just don’t. Just take that shit you are about to  pull and just stop pulling. I insist. Anyway it was kind of a backburner sort of debate until I pushed it into a big thing because that’s what I do for fun and I recall various other people being drawn into the debate in the bowels of Caroline’s which looks like the bowels of any other big club I’ll have you know. Specifically it looks like the bowels of the House of Blues in Anaheim, CA where my band played a few times. Oh, did I mention I was in a band and that I know famous people? Allow me to get that out of the way a bunch of times.

Anyway, it was decided that pigs in a blanket are sausages in pancakes in the morning on breakfast menus and cocktail weenies in puff pastry later in the day. Should you be holding an actual pig and you put it in a blanket then not only are you thoughtful (i.e. you don’t want the pig to get cold!) but that sounds adorable and I’d like to see it. If it’s a piglet, so much the better.

So where was I before dropping names and celebrating myself? Oh yes. I was saying hi.

Wait, back to the adorable piglet in a blanket. How cute would that be? I mean, that would be very Charlotte’s Web cute.

But just wanted to say hi because I feel like I’ve been doing vlogs so much that I haven’t really posted text wise. So here I am. Things are good. I’m tired. Um…

Wow, this is awkward. I mean, I figured it might be a little stilted but not this and you just sitting there doing that thing you do is not helping matters. Oh don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. That thing. No, not that one, the other one. Yeah, that’s the one. There you go again. I could just choke right now I could.

Oh and also! I’ll be on Paltalk tomorrow at 11am ET with Diana Falzone. Show up in the chatroom, won’t you?  Here’s a link. http://blog.paltalk.com/paltalkshows/advice/the-diana-falzone-show/

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