In this week’s preview for Discomfort Zone, I agreed to help popular/ist commenter Graham move in with his girlfriend. Graham moved all his shit the day before our agreed-upon moving day and said very obstinately that I could not unwrap plates. I expected this sort of thing. I mean, he’s Graham. He’s difficult. Earlier that […]
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Discomfort Zone: Suzette Fears Sports
Okay! Welcome back to Discomfort Zone, the weekly blog fiasco where we send a staffer to an event that is outside of their comfort area. Up this week is intern Suzette Smith who (special treat!) is heading to her hometown, Detroit, on Monday. One of the choices for this week’s event, then, is in Detroit. […]
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Discomfort Zone: I Went to a Lingerie Party
The internet wanted me to take my shirt off. So I obliged, heading over to Lola’s Room on Friday for a dance night that invited people to wear underwear, lingerie, or “anything skimpy, really.” Ladies got in free. Woop woop. There are no “anything skimpy” pictures on this blog post. Just words. And one screenshot […]
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Sarah Mirk: Welcome to the Discomfort Zone
Oh great, we made her cry After the horrible failure that was my Discomfort Zone we are now determined to make our next contestant—News reporter extraordinaire Sarah Mirk—suffer like no one has ever suffered before. The problem is, Sarah loves everything. Clowns? She thinks they are hilarious. Nazis? She also thinks they are hilarious. Denis […]
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Discomfort Zone: Hola, George Lopez
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Discomfort Zone. Or not. As we all know, my […]
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This Is What We Should Have Sent Ezra To
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit: These guys are releasing their record at the Mt. Tabor Theater this Thursday, July 28. As far as I can tell, it is some sort of murder rap/puppet project, like Juggalos starring in Meet the Feebles. I can’t believe we didn’t find this in time to make the nominations. I’m sorry, […]
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Let’s Make Things Very Uncomfortable for Sarah Mirk
Hahahaha, a George Lopez show, poetry, or a picnic with my genetically-blessed brethren? Clearly no one here knows anything about me. Did they suggest the Juggalo-ish puppet show hiphop band? Of course not. Looks like my co-workers actually “like” and “care” for me. Pussies. All of them. That is why I want you, loyal citizens […]
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Ezra Ace Caraeff: Welcome to the Discomfort Zone
Just because he’s amusing and has a cute dog, let’s not take it easy on Ezra. Let’s make sure he has as awkward a time as Erik. A much worse time than Marjorie. May he have the opposite of my delightful night out with the foot fetishists. To recap the premise of the Discomfort Zone: […]
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Discomfort Zone: Where I Fear to Tread
My foot in sunnier climes. I had a great time at Footnight, a night for foot fetishists. Frankly, it was delightful. Nary a creepy moment. Good food, plentiful drinks, interesting conversation. Take that, Schadenfreudesters of Blogtown. Oh, I wore the knee-high boots and I got propositioned once. After a whiskey frontload, I got off the […]
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What Kind of Footwear Should I Wear to a Foot Fetish Night?
As you jerkwads of Blogtown decreed, I’m off to Footnight tonight for a foot fetish party tonight. Please help me decide what to put on my feet for the evening—I’m really toeing the line on this one (PUNS ARE WHAT YOU DESERVE).
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Courtney Ferguson: Welcome to the Discomfort Zone
Okay, this time it’s Courtney’s turn for discomfort. While I was uncomfortable for him reading it, so far Erik has soldiered through an athletic event he was physically unqualified for, and I, by default, had to go to a perfectly comfortable performance by a UK artist popular with hippies (enough with the hippies). Before we […]
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Discomfort Zone: I Got Shpongled
Okay, firstly let’s re-cap the cluster-fuck that brought us to this point. In the largest landslide vote of Discomfort Zone thus far, you overwhelmingly wanted me to attend the Improv InTouch All-Night Open Jam. And no wonder. While I was pretty sure it would just be an improv dance class (which I’ve actually done before […]