little mermaid part deux?
| written by rob on 03/18/08 | 10 comments |
hold the phone, do you mean to tell me they’ve made the little mermaid 2?
wait a second. back up. don’t tell me that the single greatest mermaid related movie has been sullied with a sequel. oh disney, you just come up with new ways for me to hate you every day. don’t you? please don’t tell me that ariel doesn’t turn into a mermaid again! tell me that she will not attempt to tie up loose ends. buddy hacket is dead, no scuttle no story. there is absolutely no reason for the little mermaid to return to the sea. none.
unless…..
filed under disney
what do you mean gerald ford died?
| written by rob on 02/26/07 | leave a comment |
video: mr. belevedere says goodbye. people sure did place themselves conveniently in straight lines back in the 80’s.
gerald ford dead? when did this happen? why wasn’t this parodied on a fake news program or the cover story for hilarious websites? it seems like doonesbury would have brought it up or it would have been referenced on jibjab.com. was letterman on hiatus that week? hell my neighbor is jimmy carter and he didn’t mention a thing.
filed under politics, tv comedies: 80's
me vs. mr. potato head: who’s life is better?
| written by rob on 02/21/07 | leave a comment |

POTATO HEAD WINS!
filed under toys
how chef boyardee saved my life
| written by rob on 01/05/07 | leave a comment |
i would like use this blog today to publicly acknowledge chef boyardee, and thank him. not just for his scintillating spaghetti, radical ravioli, and fun cartoon shape pasta - but for helping me overcome my drug addiction. five years ago, i was hooked on all of the drugs, including coke, heroin, and the one that’s a pill. i was pretty messed up, and i needed someone to tell me i hit bottom. chef boyardee was that person.
now i know what you are all thinking: isn’t chef boyardee dead, or in italy? or a made up corporate logo? well, all of those are true. but you see, it wasn’t boyardee in the flesh that got me into rehab - it was the realization that i had stooped so low as to eat pasta (which takes ten minutes to boil) out of a can. i saw myself not as a human but rather like an animal, or a kentuckian.
i thought i had hit bottom when i was eating cheese balls for breakfast, but i was mistaken. letting chef boyardee into my life opened my eyes. if it wasn’t for his fun-time fusilli dinner i might be dead. i owe my life to one man. thank goodness for chef boyardee.
filed under commercials, food
i’m worried santa’s marriage is in trouble
| written by rob on 12/22/06 | leave a comment |
overtime writer rob asaro wishes you a very rob asaro christmas. his gift to you and your family? many articles on christmas, and this amazing clip of angela lansbury in 1996’s mrs. santa claus. you go, angela lansbury!
lately, i’ve been troubled over santa’s claus’ marriage. it’s a marriage built around false hope. think about it: the relationships itself is unusually formal, as santa claus never refers to his wife by first name. in addition, santa, who is about 1000 years old, has not considered retirement. most men his age would relish the opportunity to kick back and spend his last few years fishing or traveling. instead, santa claus takes on a full time job, most likely so that he can avoid the misses.
to speak frankly, santa himself is the most popular man in the word. he can have any woman he wants. santa is clearly powerful, rich and very successful — in essence, he is a catch. so why would he opt to stay in a marriage with a woman who doesn’t exactly keep herself up? her hair is matronly, she is clearly overweight, and i’m not sure what she looked like in her younger days, but she hasn’t aged well.
in many of the christmas specials, santa spends time speaking to his reindeer, snowman or sleeping children. he is starved for a personal connection, which he does not seem to have at home.
let me also add that he is no prize either. this isn’t entirely a mrs. claus issue. santa hasn’t spent a christmas eve with his wife in a millennium; he gets all the glory and fame, while she is reduced to hemming his coat and baking him cookies. if santa is so successful, why doesn’t he hire some live-in help, so mrs. claus can take a load off? if i was the misses, i imagine that i would be somewhat resentful.
all in all, i suppose no marriage is perfect, but it breaks my heart to see two people who clearly don’t love one another together.
filed under kid culture, tv comedy: 90s
they left him home alone again?
| written by rob on 12/21/06 | leave a comment |
this year, overtime writer rob asaro hopes you’ll have a very rob asaro christmas and read his holiday articles in the upcoming days.
as a parent, i would suspect that leaving your child “home alone” in chicago, while you were off gallivanting around, would scar said parent for life. i mean, it’s not like he’s your special hair conditioner — he is your baby! but hey, we all make mistakes. so, i’m going to let this isolated incident of negligence slide. i’m sure no parent would ever repeat such a terrible mistake.
twelve months later….
not even a full year after the worst ordeal of your life, and you lose him again? AGAIN?! what is wrong with you? dear mcallisters, you seem to have a lot of money to spend on traveling during the most expensive season of the year, but perhaps that money would be better spent on parenting classes, because you two are clearly the worst parents ever. i knew a cannibal once (his name was larry), and he ate his children, but at least HE knew where they were. you can’t even stay within a 30-mile radius of your son.
and what about you, kevin? you learned the lesson of a lifetime just twelve months ago. you learned that family was the most important thing in the world, and you quickly forgot? you’re a bright boy. you’ve foiled two burglars last year by using an elaborate mix of booby traps, coupled with your razor sharp, spot on wit. you, my dear boy, have a whole set of issues that mere paint cans and james cagney videos will never fix. get help, young man.
and finally, my dear burglars: it’s called a gun. you could have picked him off with one shot on several different occasions. come on guys, think!
all of you people frustrated me endlessly with your ill informed and mind numbingly terrible decision making. not only did you not learn from your experience, you actually forgot everything completely, and repeated the same exact mistakes, just in a slightly different part of the county. oy.
filed under movies: 90's








