I know it’s short notice, but Jack, Adam Brown, Robert Evans, Cody and I will be signing copies of The De-Textbook and answering questions at Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore in Redondo Beach at 2:30 today (Sunday). We’ll do other signings I’m sure so don’t freak out if, for example, you live in France and won’t be able to make it in time.
Anyone who DOESN’T live in France should come on out, say hi and get stuff signed!
stunrunner asked: Hi Dan! Loved the new OPCD--almost choked laughing so hard. :) Just had one question: any particular reason for having Blurred Lines as the song at the end? Just the silliness of the (admittedly hilarious) falsetto, or was it an already-have-the-rights/permissions-to-use-it kind of budget deal? Just wondering because Cracked generally manages to be surprisingly awesome about not being awful to women, and Robin Thicke kind of...well, isn't. Thanks again for the funny! :)
The endings of Obsessive Pop Culture Disorder are almost always improvised because Adam, the red-bearded Cracked employee who directs OPCD just lets the camera keep going even when I’ve run out of lines, because he wants to see what I’ll do. I decided to take my iPod out and hit shuffle, so we did three takes of that ending and each ending featured a different song, and I never knew what the song was going to be. They were Blurred Lines, Bodhisattva by Steely Dan and… something else that I can’t remember. I had the editor use the Blurred Lines ending because it ended up being, to me, the funniest one.
I have that song on my iPod because even if Alan Thicke’s kid is sort of a butt, that song is catchy as hell. It’s on the “Wake Up and Get Excited About the Day” playlist that I listen to on the bike ride to work. Not because of the message, but because of the “Hey Hey Hey’s” and the catchiness.
As far as us having the rights to that song, shut the hell up you’re going to ruin everything.
nunquamconcedo asked: is it true that your website is giving everyone viruses
An excellent question! Here’s what’s up: some jerk tried to break Cracked.com with a malicious script. Our security team was able to identify the breach, we’ve implemented measures to address the problem, and we maintain an ever-vigilant, Ghostbuster-like watch over the situation.
If you run across anything fishy on the site, and you want to be the Zeddemore to our Venkman/Stantz/Spengler, let us know by e-mailing firstname.lastname@example.org. We’d appreciate it and you wouldn’t even have to get covered in ectoplasm.
Cracked was hacked briefly a few days ago and it has been very frustrating. The Internet-at-Large seems to forget that sites, especially big sites worth hacking, get hacked literally every single day. There are people who have nothing better to do than to look for vulnerabilities into which they can slide their malicious programs. Every day people work very diligently to hack and hurt Cracked, and every day our amazing team of smart people stops them.
Except the day that we didn’t for seventeen minutes, and now everyone’s mad forever.
lexfriedman asked: Was it awful recording videos in my basement? I felt like I must have seemed ridiculous to you, where I loved your small handful of visits to my New Jersey home. Was it okay? Did I look fat? Did my house have a smell?
Lex Friedman everybody, an OG of Cracked! Your house did not have a smell, which is actually much scarier. Like I walked in and it was just the absence of smell and I thought “Oh Lex and his family is ghosts. Understand this fact and don’t be rude about it.”
You did not look fat, probably because your desk is a treadmill.
I liked recording videos in your basement, but please never ever show any of that raw footage to anyone. I think there’s an hour-long take somewhere of me screwing up the same lines over and over again. “Friday is opening night for The Eye, starring Jessica Biel- ALBA, fuck. Fuck me, it’s Alba. I know it is. I know that. Okay.”
devisereasonlater asked: This question could sound rude and accusatory over the internet, so I'll identify the tone; it's 'curious'. Did you go to college?
I went to Rowan University for my freshman year. I made some friends that I will have for the rest of my life at Rowan and a whole lot of personal things and “life events” happened that year, things that I wouldn’t trade for anything because they were early and important steps that eventually resulted in me living in Santa Monica with a wonderful dog and the best job in the world.
That said, because of reasons the internet doesn’t get to know about, I left Rowan and transferred to (and graduated from) Rutgers University. I still think Rowan is a wonderful school (and made many trips back there), Rutgers just ended up being the right choice for me. I have a lot of love and pride for Rutgers and recommend it highly. When I was there, we had a world-renown philosophy professor (Stephen Stitch) and probably one of the best Shakespeare professors you could ever hope to learn from (Levao). I learned a lot, made great friends, made a TON of mistakes, and ate too many fat sandwiches. Whenever I go back to Jersey, no matter how brief the trip is, I make sure I set time aside to visit Rutgers and walk around and eat amazing buffalo wings at Tumulty’s.
Anonymous asked: Do you find it difficult performing stand-up as a slightly awkward introvert or do you just see it as an extension of what you do at Cracked?
Being on stage and talking at a bunch of people isn’t actually the hard part because you get to pretend to be a character. Even if the “character” is a nervous guy named Daniel who likes Spider-man, you can still create a nice distance and separation there. And I’m reading jokes I made in an order that I chose and I have a microphone that makes me the loudest thing in the room, so there’s control there, which is important.
The difficult part, the part that I quietly freak out over backstage, is that it’ll eventually be over and then I’ll have to go outside and meet the very wonderful people who paid money to come and see the show. It’s dumb and silly and it’s not like it’s born out of something real; I haven’t had a bad post-show experience or anything and I don’t even know what that would be. It’s just something I get anxious about and something that I always have to mentally prepare for. “You can’t just sit backstage until everyone leaves, you have to go out and smile and shake hands and pretend to be a human until it’s time to go. These are very nice people who are waiting around specifically to say ‘hi’ or ‘good job,’ stop stress-farting and go out there.”
Hey, speaking of my nightmare, come to Comikaze this weekend to watch us perform a live episode of After Hours, and then say hi to me afterwards knowing how uncomfortable I’ll be!