Showing posts with label Fake History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fake History. Show all posts

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Attila the Hun's Less Famous Hun Family




We all know Attila the Hun. (who is totally a dude, I was confused, too) But since I'm an amazing genealogist, I’ve tracked down some other Huns almost as famous.

Larry the Hun – Attila’s younger brother.  He didn’t love bloodletting as much as his bro, but he found his true calling in cobbling.  And it’s hard to murder innocents without a good pair of yak leather shoes.

Hunny Bun Hun – obviously a baker.  Attila had a sweet tooth.  And if Hunny wasn’t cooking, Attila might go killing out of anger and not just plain kingdom expanding malice.

Attila the Hun-gry – dude was like a bottomless pit even when there weren’t enough spoils of war for eating.  He was always advising Attila on attacking France because he heard they had the best steak houses.

Attila the Hun-k – sometimes Attila would put on his ‘lady-getting-tunic’ and wash his nomad hair with olive oil and then go on the ‘hun-t’ and ‘satisfy his hun-ger for hun-ies’.  It was often hun-sightly.

Oprah the Hun – known for really busting Attila’s chops in interviews but then fawning over his wife Beyonce the Hun

Fun the Hun – everybody’s favorite Hun. Hands down.  Attila totally killed him.

The The Hun – they all treated him like he had a stutter.

Janeane Garofolo the Un-hun – she was part of the greatest Hun-pire ever and she was so vocally against it the whole time.  A real bummer.

Crocodile Hun-dee – Australian Hun cousin

Hun-der Cat – Attila’s cat. Killed innocent mice villagers.

The Atlantic O-Hun – totally real guy. Invented the boogie board.

Show Me the Hun-ey – Cuba Gooding Jr.’s dad

The Hun-ey Nut Hun-ch the Hun – my research is sound. This lady is real!

Eddie Hun-ster – not welcome at the Hun table.  Real creepy kid. 

Hun Forest Hun – a lovely person.  Mis-hun-derstood in his day.  He was hun-believable.  He met John F. Hunnedy and fought in the Viet-hun war and ran across the Russian Steppes like twelve times and created the famous wagon sticker seen on carts all over Europe, “Hun Happens.” 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Edie and Pop Ep. 8 - All Winter, All the Time


The continuing saga of text messages between me and my now 5 month old daughter.

EDIE:  Ugh! Is winter over yet?

POP:  What do you care?  Is your magical kingdom of carefully controlled weather too perfect for you? Is it your own personal space heater or your fluffy, downy clothing that's bothering you?

EDIE:  Geez. You're a little snappy today.

POP:  I'm sorry, baby.  You're right.  I'm just a little cranky from this job I'm working at right now.

EDIE:  Why? And I'm only asking because I'm super bored.  The rattle thing you gave me is broken.

POP:  Did you rattle it?

EDIE:  Did I rattle the rattle?  No, because that makes no sense. You don't car a car.  You don't whale a whale.

POP:  By that logic, yes.  You're correct.  But in this case, you do.

EDIE:  Fine. I'll try it.  Oh, my gosh! The noise is back!

POP:  Half the time I think you're a genius, and half the time I think you're just a regular baby.

EDIE:  I'm a genius. No thanks to you.  Now explain winter to me, dummy.

POP:  Well, because you asked nicely. As the earth orbits the sun, it tilts away from the direct rays of sunlight-

EDIE:  BORING!  This story sucks.

POP:  Fine. You want to hear the real story of winter? The story I promised your Mom I would never tell any babies because it would scare the blubber right off of them?

EDIE:  Yes! Tell me it!



POP:  I don't know.  I mean technically, you're a baby.  And I promised.

EDIE:  I'll never tell!  I can't even say one word!

POP:  Alright.  But don't blame me if you get bad dreams.

EDIE:  Oh, I already have bad dreams. I watched Hoarders with Mom. Please, please don't become hoarders.  I don't want to be covered in a tidal wave of garbage or Barbie legs.

POP:  No hoarding. Done. Alright, so The True Story of Winter.

EDIE:  I'm so excited.

POP:  Way back, way before Hoarders or milkshakes, way before platonic love or double jointedness, the world only had two seasons: Summer and Summer Vacation.

EDIE:  That's what I want.  Let's make a time machine.

POP: Everyone was happy.  It was like LA without all the d-bags.  Smiling was the norm and everyone wore linen.

EDIE:  I already sense impending doom.

POP:   You are correct.  Because during one fateful Summer Vacation, out of the sky descended the first terrors of planet earth.  Space yetis.

EDIE:  Eek!

POP:  Double eek.  The space yetis hated the warm balminess of forever summer earth.  They started shooting all the humans with icicle guns and they brought their giant snow machines to cover places like Norway and Michigan.  Thus making the very first glaciers.

EDIE:  Monsters!

POP:   But the humans fought back.  With gifts of hot tubs and lattes, but the space yetis were too powerful.  There was the Great Ice Cube Slaughter of France.  The Great Gradual Hypothermia Because No One Owned Anything But T-Shirts Thing of New Zealand. The Great Cars Being Too Cold to Turn Over Incident of Korea.

EDIE:  The horror!  I'm almost too scared to go on.

POP:  But then Tommy Colt and Larry Gatling created the first guns.  The space yetis drove a peaceful, lazy earth populace to create their first real weapons.  It was their first war.  And the humans drove back the space yetis unto the brink of extinction but those dastardly aliens had one more trick.  An ice drill.

EDIE:  They're mad. Mad!

POP:   They ice drilled to the center of the earth where they filled it with ball bearings thus upsetting the earth's perfect balance.  Now it shifts every six months.  Causing winter.

EDIE:  And that's true?  The whole thing?  I won't be embarrassed later in life if I date a scientist?

POP:  Totally true.  I would never lie to you.

EDIE:  What happened to the yetis?

POP:  They live in the frozen wastelands of Patagonia.  Plotting. Waiting.  Repopulating.

EDIE:  That was the best story ever.  Thanks.  I'm going to take a nap now.

POP:  Wait until you hear about how the Moon is an escaped planetoid on the lam from the Space Police.

EDIE:  I knew there was something shady about the moon. Thanks, Pop. I feel very secure that I'm going grow up armed with truth and knowledge.

POP:  I'm going to be in so much trouble with your Mom.