I have a lot of crap on my desk

I've never tried blogging before, and so, like many of the things in my life, I've decided to half-ass it. By the way, My name is Ritch Duncan, I'm a comedy writer and stuff. This thing is going to go just swimmingly, I can feel it.

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I am a New York based comedian, writer and editor, originally from Concord, Massachusetts.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I don't really update this blog anymore.

Hey all, thanks for coming to my defunct blog.

If you want to see what I was working on instead of this blog, check out What is happening to me? The fictional blog I created under the name "Kirk Thomson."

It ran from October 2004 to May 2005, and was the online journal of a man who was bitten by a werewolf. To read it from the beginning, Go to archives on the right margin, click October and scroll down.

If you want the full story behind that blog, click here.

Later on,

Ritch

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Anger

I felt it building in me sometime around 10:00, stifled it with some cynical humor (and about 6 beers) and left the election "party" I was at just after midnight. Walking home through Williamsburg was dark and depressing. People walked by us and we gave each other brief looks like our country was lying in a terminally ill hospital bed, and the rest of us were pacing the halls of the ICU, waiting for news we were sure wasn't good.

I was talking with Brian Finklestein about moving to Ireland and starting a comedy room, and we heard a solitary man from blocks away screaming "Fuck George Bush!"

We paused, took it in, and I said- "What would we do for jobs?"

"We could work in bars."

We kept walking. Right now, back at work, I just can't figure out who I hate more- the fucking ignorant religious shitheads in the red states or the Democratic party itself. First off, I'm just a little sick and tired of these fucking no-nothing states like Wyoming, who were NEVER attacked by terrorists buying into this "You won't be safe with Kerry" rhetoric, as opposed to DC, New York, and Boston (where the planes were hijacked from) overwhelmingly not wanting another four years of this asshole. It's like, we're the one's living in the fucking crosshairs, how about we decide whose standing on the gate, OK?

Secondly, fuck the democratic party with their father's dicks. Seriously- they are fucking spineless, wishy-washy, middle-of-the road fucking WONKS,who don't have the balls to stand up and say proudly that we live in a country where gay people are, I dunno, PEOPLE, that exactly what makes this country great is the fact that religion is a PERSONAL matter and doesn't belong in the public discourse, that exploiting the fear and unity of the worst attack on American soil to persue a completely far-right neo-conservative war based on false documents, is not a "blunder", not "a series of missteps" not "going to war without a plan to win the peace"- it is clear cut, out and out, dictionary-defintion, motherfucking EVIL.

So instead, these goddamn red states vote on "values." I'd elaborate on this a little further if I didn't just throw up in my mouth a little bit. But no, George Bush is an honest, regular guy who you could look in the eye and shake his hand while Cheney is behind you, stealing your wallet for now, and lubing up your asshole for later.

No no, let's vote on "values," and turn the states red so goddamn quickly that when you see it happening on the news, the map of the United States starts to resemble a sucking chest wound under a tightly wrapped battle dressing.

Kerry just conceded.

What a useless fucking pussy.

You have failed us, you failed yourself, you have failed the democratic party, you have failed America and you have failed the world.

Fuck you.

Now here's a little Hunter S. Thompson, from earlier this year:

How long, O Lord, how long? This blizzard of shame is getting a little old, isn't it? Just how low to we have to fall before the voters catch on? Indeed. How many times can a man be robbed- on the same street, by the same people- before they call him a Rube? Bob Dylan said that in a tattered old song called "Blowin' in the Wind." Read it and weep, you poor bastards- because Dylan was yesterday, and George Bush is now.

That was a morbid observation at best, and we are all stuck with it. The 2004 presidential election will be a matter of life and death for the whole nation. We are sick today and will be even sicker tomorrow if this wretched half-bright swine of a president gets re-elected in November. Take my word for it.
Mahalo.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Back in action

Hey guys- sorry I haven't been posting as much of late, but most of my free time these days has been devoted to my Boston Red Sox, who have made the halloween month that much more incredible by rising from the grave in such a way as to humiliate Jason Vorhees himself.

In fact, in honor of the Red Sox's heroic Vorhees like efforts, I offer up the following tidbit. I graduated from Earlham College with a degree in English literature, and as such have a love for those works of literature which may have been overlooked by the traditional literary canon. With that in mind, I am proud to offer up actual passages from some novelizations of the "Friday the 13th" movies found on the "Camp Blood" website.

Up first: this wonderful selection from "Friday The 13th Part 3 3-D" By Michael Avallone:

CHAPTER 5 - THE NIGHT VISITORS

The moon had come out now, shining plainly in the dark sky, shining down on a barn with three dead people it, and one murderer.

A monster from the past called Jason.

Within the cozy walls of the cottage, the fireplace was going. Warmth had made the old house very comfortable. Chuck and Chili, left to themselves momentarily while Shelly and Vera were off somewhere, were almost at loss as to how to amuse themselves.

But Chuck’s lazy eyes always knew the solution ever at hand.

“Chili—how you feeling?”

“Check. Get us some nose candy and we’ll try for the moon.”

Dutifully, as she trotted off in search of some of their own particular brand of lightning, funny cigarettes and cocaine spoons. The bong was tucked away safely in their bedroom.  Maniacs and murder sprees were the farthest thing from their minds. Death was for old folks, not young ones.

But the night ahead would prove them wrong.

There was a monster loose in their very midst.



OK- first off, let's give it up for the balls of this guy to present a novel in 3-D. Each terrifying word seems to leap off the page!

Secondly, the author clearly has a firm handle of the voice of the youth of America. Am I wrong? Either way, I'm sick of this writing crap- I'm gonna go get me some nose candy and try for the moon.



Friday, October 15, 2004

An email that recieved no response:

"We're really wild about baskets! We want you to be wild about them too!!
Email us at: DBlair5493@aol.com

-From the website "http://www.wildaboutbaskets.com"



From: Ritch Duncan rduncan1@nyc.rr.com
Date: Wed, 21 Jul 2004 15:30:41 -0400
To: DBlair5493@aol.com
Subject: Basket questions

Hello- I am an unemployed writer living in Brooklyn, and I just came upon your website after a Google search looking for the history of the term "Hell in a hand basket." My dad says it all the time, usually in reference to how I'm living my life, and it cracks me right up. What’s the story with that?! I figured you would be the person to ask, as you say on your website: "We're really wild about baskets! We want you to be wild about them too!!"

Currently, it would be a stretch to say that I am "wild" about baskets, but I certainly have nothing against them. All things considered, I am staunchly pro-basket.

In fact, I own a basket and I enjoy it quite a bit. Right now, it is sitting in my bedroom, and I put magazines and books in it so I can peruse them before bed. Still, my enjoyment of my basket is fairly conservative. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice basket. It was a gift from my mother and I enjoy having somewhere to put my magazines. Still- I think "wild" would not be the right adjective to describe my basket-related emotions.

Is there anything you could suggest that would increase my overall wildness about the one basket I do own, or does building a wildness vis-à-vis baskets require multiple baskets to get all fired up over?

I'd guess that you would suggest more baskets, or your website might not be called "Wild About Baskets," it might be called "Get Wild About The Basket You Own!" or "I'm Wild About My One Solitary Basket!" or "Hey you. Get your Goddamn Hands Off My Basket! It's My Favorite Basket, And I Am So Wild About It That Any Attempt To Wrest It From My Grasp Could Lead To Violence! Go Ahead And Test Me, Padre."

Come to think of it, seeing as I have never met anyone who is wild about baskets, I have several other basket-related questions if you have the time:

What is a tisket?

You probably saw this one coming, but while you are at it, what is a tasket?

Of these major sports terms employing the term "basket," which is your favorite and why?

"Putting the biscuit in the basket."- Hockey
"Making a running basket catch"- Baseball
"Basket!"- Basketball

Do you like basketball, or has the replacement of the original basket with a hoop and net caused you to abandon the sport entirely?

If they were to go back to using an actual basket in basketball, what kind of basket would you recommend? Keep in mind, it ought to be strong enough to withstand an NBA dunk.

What is the best basket movie of all time?

(NOTE: My vote goes to "Basket Case," about a pair of co-joined twins who are separated when they were young, and the one twin lugs around his mutated brother named Belial in a huge basket. Belial is pretty much just a head with an arm, and he goes nuts and kills people who get too close to his brother, because he has abandonment issues. I'm not sure how you are on horror films, but the basket gets a lot of screen time, so I thought you might be into that. There are a bunch of sequels, but stick to the original. Just a tip.)

It also could be "The Wizard of Oz." Lots of basket in that one, too. Thoughts?

Would you agree with art critic Robert's Hughes' assertion that the early images of 1980's artist Jean-Michel Basquait look quite vivid and sharp at first sight, but despite the fact that Basquait could bring off an intriguing passage of spiky marks or a brisk clash of blaring color from time to time, the work quickly settles into the visual monotony of arid overstyling?

If you were to ever punch a guy, would you aim for the bread-basket, or would your ardor for baskets lead you to punch elsewhere, like the throat or spine?

OK- I think that's all the basket questions I have for now. I bet I could think of some more, but I'm late for a picnic, and need to pack a bag.

Best,

Ritch Duncan





Thursday, October 14, 2004

Debatesball

I didn't watch the debates last night. I watched baseball, because, well- I KNOW who I'm gonna vote for. Still, I was curious. I flipped back and forth a bit, but I fear I may have missed some of the more interesting moments. Of course, while I was watching the Sox-Yankees game, Fox was johnny on the spot with the score of the National League game, helpfuly updating me everytime someone scored. Why couldn't they do that with the debates?

I woulda loved it if during a slow point in the game, the announcer would have said "Over in the National League Championship series, Jeff Kent hit a two run homer in the fourth to give Houston a 4-2 lead. Meanwhile, in the debate, John Kerry scored style points for his swift debunking of the President's boastful statistic about Pell grants. Don't count the President out however, as God, fear of terrorism, and the love of his family are all up and throwing in his bullpen."

Sadly, that's really not too far off from the truth. To keep the sports analogy rolling, CNN has reported that John Kerry is now 3-0 in the debates. While I agree that Kerry beat Bush in all the debates, I think it's interesting that the media outlets again and again describe them with the language of sports. To sit and hear Shield's and Gigot bloviate on the Macneill News Hour with statements like "Kerry didn't look relaxed tonight" and "how well did Bush come off?" sounds like Joe Buck and Tim McCarver speculating on the status of Curt Shilling's ankle.Additionally, I already know how the candidates "came off." It's a very personal reaction, and is probably different for every viewer. Either way, they are reporting on something that is subjective. What I need these dickheads to do, is not explain how well Bush or Kerry did on their delivery, humor, or overall presentation, what I need is some goddamn factchecking from you guys! To paraphrase Bill Maher, I don't need to know who won, I need to know who was right.

To use the above example that mentioned what I perceived to be a victory by Kerry on the issue of Pell Grants, here was the exchange (the complete transcript can be found at the above link, this has been truncated by me to stick to the issue):

Bush: I've got more to do to continue to raise standards... to continue to expand Pell Grants, to make sure that people have an opportunity to start their career with a college diploma.

Kerry: The fact is that he's cut job training money - $1 billion was cut, they only added a little bit back this year because it's an election year. They've cut the Pell Grants and the Perkins Loans to help kids be able to go to college. They've cut the training money.

Bush: Let me start with the Pell grants. In his last litany of misstatements he said we cut Pell grants. We've increased Pell grants by a million students. That's a fact.

Kerry: But you know why the Pell grants have gone up in their numbers? Because more people qualify for them because they don't have money. But they're not getting the $5,100 the president promised them. They're getting less money. There are more people who qualify. That's not what we want.

OK- here is a real, clear cut example of where journalists can help us out. The fact is, I, along with the majority of people viewing this debate, don't know jack shit about Pell Grants. Here's a start, if you give a wet damn.

First, you have Bush insisting that they expanded Pell grants by over a million students. Kerry responded by seeming to once again handle a prepackaged Bush statistic by showing why, exactly, something that looked good on the outside (Wow! one million more Pell Grants, that's great!) might actually be a distortion of facts as these students are actually getting less money, with more people qualifying.

But which is it? Is it both? Is it in fact worse, or better to have more kids getting less money in these grants? Is that even what Bush did?

I don't know.

That'd be great if someone, oh- I don't know- say, a journalist, could fill us in on that. From a factual perspective, who got it right, and what does that say about how they are going to communicate with the American people in the future?

The things I'm pretty much OK on are how Bush "handled himself" or how "funny" Senator Kerry's stupid fucking Teresa joke was, because that's a personal reaction. While impressions are certainly important, and are a large reason why we have the debates, it is certainly not the media's role to dictate what your impression ought to be. In sports, sure! Let's do it! Tell me what you think Pedro's body language says when hears the "Who's your Daddy" chant! Fill me in on the lingering questions about whether the deaths in Marino Rivera's family might effect his pitching! Speculate your balls off, lads! I'm into it! I'll take all that stuff in my baseball, because frankly, baseball is so fucking slow, I'm glad to have something to fill the gaps.

But in presidential politics, it's a little quicker paced, there is a hell of lot more on the line, and despite the fact that in both situations no matter who wins, the loser will still be a filthy rich millionaire, how about you stop treating this thing like "the playofffs" of politics, and instead give it up with some of the facts?




Wednesday, October 13, 2004

The motorcycle diaries


che, originally uploaded by Ritchie.

Looks to be an interesting movie. I'm wondering if it will get to the bottom of whether Che Guevera actually liked that Beret. I have kind of a fantasy that he like, put it on once, at a party, for a gag, and was all like- "Check me out I'm French! Viva La Revolution! Oui Oui! No, seriously- take my picture, I'll do my best to look sincere. OK, ok- not when I'm laughing...wait- and- snap it. That's gonna look great."

Now, later on up in heaven, or wherever communists go when they die (thanks to Paul Sullivan for that line) he's looking down in disgust.

"I don't believe that's the picture they used!"
And why is it on the front of that Williamsburg toddler's T-shirt? Do his parents even know who I was? If I still had hands, I'd give them the finger."

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Baby Race! (Part One)


Baby Race! (Part One), originally uploaded by Ritchie.

The competitors faced off at the starting line.

On the right, Ritch Duncan, comedian and competitive drunken baby-racing champion for the past 5 years. He prepared for this race by drinking 5 Miller Genuine Drafts before the race, and appeared to be in top form, with his personalized race garb of baseball hat and day planner (tucked Wayne Gretzky-like into his back left pocket.)

On the left, Olivia Cronin, a newcomer to the baby racing scene (not odd, seeing as in order to qualify, you must be under a year old.) Still, along with her sister Julia, the Cronin girls have been blowing away the competition with a combination of lightning quick speed, deceptively tight cornering, and an aggressive cuteness that can put off an opponent.

There has not been a sister team this promising at drunken baby racing since a couple of African American sisters by the names of Venus and Serena Williams burst onto the scene in the early 1980's. Before they had ever picked up Tennis rackets, they were racking up drunken baby racing wins by blowing past high profile drunks like Billy Martin, Charles Bukowski and Dean Martin.

Who will win?!

(results tomorrow)

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