Showing posts with label Ryan Seacrest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan Seacrest. Show all posts

Friday, August 28, 2015

Unbelievable Open House Of Operatives

You know what today is?

It's Friday, August 28th, 2015.

Better known as "Open House" at the Unbelieva-Base!

Yep, lucky you. We're opening up the files and doling out some stuff you're going to find ... well ... unbelievable.

But believe it. It's all true.

With Clark starting off the week revealing Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters is an Unbelievable operative and Jeff following up with his tale about MyMy* today's conclusion is no coincidence it's open house day here. And let me tell you, folks: You best grab a seat and pay attention. The revelations herein are not only going to confound and amaze you, they're going to grow in fantastickness as each new offering gets put out there.

Ready? Here we go.

Operatives. The Unbelievables would be hard pressed to function without them. Oh ... we're more than capable of doing it all ourselves -- the crime fighting, the parties, the social responsibilities, the macrame classes -- but why put ourselves through all that huffing and puffing when we have willing cronies to assist us? We like to take a break or three just the same as the other guy. And let's face it: You're not going to find a better gaggle of monikers anywhere out there than right here, let me tell you.

Hokay, no more monkeying around ... here we go.

You think Dave Grohl is the only musician The Unbelievables rub elbows with? If you do, you'd be wrong.



The Purple one, the one and only Prince, visits us on and off from his abode in Minneapolis.. Graduate of many of our Unbelievanars® and heavy duty training sessions. We use him for some of the most delicate and sensitive undercover operations that crop up from time to time. You'd think his celebrity alone would be a backward step in keeping clandestine but the guy is just that good. Matter of fact, he's taught us a couple things along the way. A valued Unbelievable asset to our arsenal.
 

Tom Cruise.

Now, you wouldn't think the handsome, outspoken Mr. Cruise would even have time for The Unbelievables with all the films and appearances and whatnot he seems to constantly be engaged in. But he digs the line of work we're in. All that showbiz stuff is make believe; the kind of crime fighting we offer is very attractive to him. It's little wonder he enjoys the challenges we throw his way.



Warren Buffet.

You'd think this guy is nothing but a stodgy old number cruncher ... but where do you think The Unbelievables acquired much of our financial know how? Duh ...


Jane Goodall. You wouldn't think there's much monitoring in the jungle deep of Africa. There is. (But not too much.) That's where Jane comes in. She's savvy, completely unsuspecting to any foreign ne'er-do-wells and her accent beguiles anyone she comes into contact with. We're lucky to have her on our side. (Bonus: Monkeys and apes!)


Tom Brokaw. Wow ... really?!? Yes, really. And you thought he was retired. (He is ... just from reporting national news.) Not only is Tom fast-thinking and worldly, man ... does the dude have outside connections that come in handy. We love Tom!

See? I told you we had a bevy of operatives at our disposal.

What? More? You want to know more, being it's Open House Day? Wow ... you guys are demanding.




Well ... would you believe Ryan Seacrest does scouting and reconnaissance for us? Yep ... he certainly does. And usually right in the middle of his radio show, too. The guy's a multi-tasker extraordinaire ...
 

Here's one you'd never suspect we're buddy-buddy with: Crispin Glover. And yes ... he's a strange bird. You'd never know it but the guy is eager as a beaver to get his hands dirty and place himself right in the middle of tense situations for our benefit. (And the benefit of the public at large, too.) He's a loon, but we love the guy.


Speaking of loony, a gentleman who recently retired from the airwaves is continually calling us and asking if we have anything for him to do. Seems as if working five days a week on his own show for years and years and then going cold turkey doesn't quite sit well when you're used to being on top of everything. Of course, we're talking David Letterman. Dave's an outstanding "behind the scenes" guy, running down leads and hunches and more. 


Ready for a bombshell? Who's Dave without his "partner" Oprah at his side? Oprah doesn't do much but keep Dave entertained, but she's good in pinch when we need to acquire some pricey weaponry or if we have high-profile hurdles needing circumvention.

So ... one more for you and then we'll need to close the door on this year's open house.

Our piece de resistance Unbeliveable operative is none other than ... Burt Reynolds.




In his late 70s? Washed up? Hardly. Burt's still a powerhouse of energy. (Which is good for him because Clark likes to try out new Unbelieva-Fu
® moves on him.) We even have him conduct some of our Unbelievanars on occasion ... in costume, that is. We don't want any participants getting all swoony or glassy-eyed at the sight of him. Think about it: If you were at one of our sessions you'd have a difficult time controlling the stars in your eyes with Burt at the head of the class pontificating on Unbelieva-Zen or some such. Am I right?

I thought so.

That's it, folks. Maybe later we'll delve into the secret files and pull out a case or two featuring the above mentioned for your enjoyment ... and to show you they're really worth their weight in gold, not just flashy eye candy.

... though, it's a little rough picturing Crispin Glover as eye candy, if you know what I mean.


*Yet another nick name we have for Miley Cyrus

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Three Degrees of Kickin' Butt

Phew! Sorry for the lateness of the hour folks, just flew in from Muskoka, ON where I was a guest judge at the Lake Of Bays Brewing Co.'s Morgan Freeman Impression contest. I like going up there because it's handily close to my buddy Bryan Dearsley's pad, but let me tell you - this year's contest was tough. 

The competition was fierce, with contenders from all over including Charlie Hopkinson,


 Josh Robert Thompson,


 Jake Foushee


and the real Morgan Freeman himself, in one of his old costumes from "The Electric Company". 

Gawd, we loved that show.

Even Bryan stepped up and tried out a few choice Freeman phrases such as 

  • "Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. That's goddamn right."
  •  and "Multiply your anger by about a hundred, Kate, that's how much he thinks he loves you." 
Things almost came to blows after a few craft beers were inside the contestants, but it was Charlie that eventually won out. Morgan Freeman himself came second.

Another of the reasons I enjoyed the competition this year was because another guest judge was the lovely and talented Sheila Ferguson, who as you well remember was 'the one in the middle' of The Three Degrees.


The other guest judge (and the one that ruined the party for Morgan Freeman) was that utter tool Ryan Seacrest, so the less said about him, the better.

Anyway, back to Sheila. Sheila has been a friend of the Unbelievables since the early days, when in their spare time, The Three Degrees would come over to the Unbelievabase and jam till dawn, or sometimes just chill in the hot tub drinking gin rickeys and playing Hunt The Cannoli (a very complicated word game involving hot tubs and gin rickeys). There was even one time when all six of us went shopping in downtown Stiletto Flats' most groovy clothing boutique, Flatfoot Jimmy's...


and kitted the girls out in some seriously cool gear.



But it was only a matter of time before the girls decided that they wanted to become Unbelievababes and go fight crime internationally as part of our network of informants, moles, decoys and general butt-kickin' type folks.

We sat with them for many a long hour imparting wisdom, knowledge and tips, training them in the art of Unbelieva-Zen and Unbelieva-Fu, until they were ready to help us thwart crime wherever it may appear.

I'm sure Michael and Clark will tell you more about our Three Degrees adventures later in the week.