Wednesday, 12 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Tennis, Anyone?
Tennis, Anyone?
In a surprise move, the Australian Tennis Open has decided to make the tennis court the size of Novak Djokovic's ego, rendering the game much easier to play. Children of all ages, including Novak, are invited to participate.
Whoever can knock the ball out of the continent-sized court, wins.
Tuesday, 11 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Positively Negative
Positively Negative
Sunday, 9 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Statistics
Thursday, 6 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Rapid Testes
Rapid Testes
Helloooo Newman: Fuck You Up 35
Fuck You Up 35
I was so relieved to hear that Canada might buy the super-advanced, highly intelligent and very American F35 fighter plane (the F stands for Fuck you up). It's invisible to radar so they're having trouble finding it. The $100 million per plane is not invisible and when you look in your wallet, you'll see some money missing.
It will come in handy when Ontario calls in the army to fight the virus. Since the virus is everywhere, the precision guided missiles will have no trouble finding the enemy.
Was that Doug Ford's house?
Oops.
Wednesday, 5 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Courting Disaster
Saturday, 1 January 2022
Helloooo Newman: Universal Apology
Universal Apology
The universe officially apologizes for taking Betty White so early. In light of this mistake, the rules for reincarnation will be changed and Betty White will be reincarnated as Betty White…the baby.
Friday, 31 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Resolution
Resolution
Gonna take more time for myself next year. It's so important, self care is. Put my feet up, try and watch more of The Real Housewives of Dallas.
That kind of thing.
Good luck with whatever your exciting resolutions are.
Thursday, 30 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: KFC
Wednesday, 29 December 2021
KFC
No, I'm not having KFC tonight because I enjoy it. I read on the Internet that it kills Covid.
Kill Fucking Covid
Saturday, 18 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Fun with Killing
Fun with Killing
Something of note about the human race is that we enjoy killing people more than helping them.
Take video games. Most are about us killing people, or watching people being killed in various tragic ways. And it's point-of-view killing. You are the gun sight. As close to the killing as you can get, virtually.
Call of Duty: Black Ops is NOT about an operating room that saves people from myocardial infarction.
It could just as easily have been the opposite, but it's not.
You can't buy Call of Duty: Family Doctor
Your mission: Billy has a high fever, the back of his knees hurt and he's hurling obscenities at his classmates.
What's wrong with Billy? Seasonal Tourettes flu? Is he just a bad seed?
We want to heal Billy, not double tap his family with a .338 Lapua Magnum.
I wonder if aliens are the same. Do they get away from it all with mass carnage of their own species? Do they relax and feel accomplished with a record 120 head shots? (if they have heads)
Maybe some day we'll meet them and find out. Compare games. If they're the same, we can start killing each other's species, virtually.
Call of Duty: Off World Homicide
Wednesday, 15 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Still Learning After All These Years
Still Learning After All These Years
It's reassuring that at my advanced age I can still learn new things.
Yesterday I tried some Timbiebs and I learned the body can undergo a profoundly brutal and mysterious form a diarrhea and still survive.
Won't go into the details here. My medical records are online if you want to peruse them.
Think bullet train travelling through your colon covered in tacks (pointy ends out) and a mixture of blood sausage, sweet breads and chocolate milk as passengers on that train.
By the way, Timbiebs is copyrighted so don't try and steal the idea.
Tuesday, 14 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: A Christmas Like No Other
A Christmas Like No Other
This year I'm going all out on my gifts.
Money is no object. In fact, I want to spend more. Up the Xmas value. Generosity plus.
Impulsive, but life is short. Spread the cheer.
You guessed it. I'm getting everyone…groceries.
Loaf of bread. Breakfast cereal. Meat. Something precious.
There's gonna be a lot of happy people around me this Christmas.
Sunday, 12 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Saved my Bacon
Saved my Bacon
Boy, you really saved my bacon!
Has that ever been done? Has anyone ever saved anyone's bacon in human history?
It's never happened.
If I make 10 slices of bacon, give you 3 and ask you to save the rest for sandwiches later, will you do it? Of course not. This is not a bird in your hand, and it doesn't matter that it's worth more than the bush.
This is bacon. The expiry date of bacon is NOW. Eat it before it goes bad.
Save a whale if you want. Save the forests. The planet.
No one saves bacon.
Saturday, 11 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Cryptocurrency
Cryptocurrency
For about 1/64th of a second last Tuesday I understood what cryptocurrency is. Then it disappeared.
Friday, 10 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: The Clapper
The Clapper
Have you ever met anyone that actually owns the Clapper?
Me neither.
I'd love to install the Clapper in a big concert hall, like Radio City Music Hall. End of the concert, awesome light show.
Thursday, 9 December 2021
Helloooo Newman: Jobs I Want
Jobs I Want
This is a news series available on Helloooo Newman only.
I'll discuss high profile jobs that I want and could perform as well, or much better than, the person who actually does the job.
This instalment: John Wick.
Canada's own Keanu Reeves plays an ex-assassin (John Wick, obviously) who keeps coming back for more fun and death.
In John Wick: Chapter Two, my favourite scene lasts about 4 minutes. Riveting as it is, Keanu's dialogue for the entire scene is:
"Yes"
Imagine being the dialogue coach.
Keanu: Line!!
Coach: Ah what? Oh, line. YES!
Keanu: Line? What's my line?
Coach: YES!
Keanu: No
Coach: No, it's YES!
Keanu: Yes or no? Which is it?
Coach: I'm taking the blue pill right now
Why do I think I could perform this scene better? Well, as Keanu says "YES", he tilts his head, but he tilts it the wrong way. Totally wrong way given the scene, what came before, the subtext and the number of people's heads that are blown off. I would do a swivel and a tilt to the left. But that's me. Different schools.
Plus I would change the character name.
Herbie Clawson. Much better ring to it.
Tuesday, 7 December 2021
Brinks
If you're a news junkie, then you believe that everything is on the brink of collapse.
With the pandemic still a thing, the health care system is, guess what? On the brink of collapse. I used the health care system a few weeks ago and it seemed fairly steady. Some paint coming off the walls but that's it. It definitely wasn't perfect, perfect being zero wait time, all the staff completely devoted to me, no one else in the hospital, free parking and several nurses flirting with me. Didn't collapse.
Speaking of nurses. Yup. Nurses are on the brink of collapse. So are teachers, waiters and waitresses, hairstylists, police, doctors (including eye), anyone with a job, really. And the jobless. On the brink.
Yesterday I read that the oceans are on the brink of collapse. Not life in the ocean, but the ocean itself. What does that mean? Will they no longer be water?
Forgot the media, who report all this brinkmanship. Brinking towards collapse.
Not accounting. You never hear of accountants being on the brink of collapse. Or lawyers. What are they doing right?
What about politicians. Don't you wish a lot of them would collapse?
How long can something be on the brink? Seems like a good question. When did the brink start, what was before it, when will it end, and what comes after it? Complete collapse, I assume. I have trouble thinking of something big like health care completely and utterly collapsing. That would mean millions of sick people wandering the streets because there are no hospitals, no doctors and nurses, no colonoscopies. Will the doctors give up their Mercedes that easily?
My last game of Jenga. That collapsed before my eyes. But I just rebuilt it.
The biggest thing on the brink of collapse is, obviously, Western civilization. Oh shit, and the climate too. Brink, brink, brink, brink brink, brink. Brink.
Guess what I heard yesterday. Brinks Security Company. On the brink.
Things are getting serious.
Helloooo Newman: Brinks
Friday, 3 December 2021
Justin Time
Helloooo Newman: Justin Time
Sunday, 28 November 2021
Helloooo Newman: Book Club
Saturday, 27 November 2021
Helloooo Newman: Laughing All the Way to the Bank
Laughing All the Way to the Bank
Yesterday I decided to try laughing all the way to my bank, because I've never actually seen anyone do that. Have you?
Okay, it wasn't all the way. I didn't laugh from the second I left my house to the moment I entered the bank. It was really just before I entered the bank. A short guffaw. Laughing the entire trip would have looked pretty damn weird. Especially since no one else would come with me.
Anyway, it didn't really do much for me, so I wouldn't particularly recommend it. I know, laughing is suppose to put you in a good mood. The problem was the destination. My bank. As soon as I got in there, I was depressed because…I'm broke.
The only one laughing was the bank manager.
Thursday, 25 November 2021
Helloooo Newman: Bad Will Hunting
Bad Will Hunting
Okay. So, in America you can't hunt down a person who you suspect of committing a crime, trap them and then execute them.
I get it. Wasn't clear on that, but I will factor this into my future travel plans.
Thursday, 18 November 2021
Helloooo Newman: Eight Weddings and a Funeral
Eight Weddings and a Funeral
I've been to 8 weddings in my life.
I've been to probably as many funerals, but I use the singular "funeral". That's because all funerals are like going to the same funeral over and over again. All dead people are the same. No personality. Not much fun to be around.
But the alive people at the funeral are quite enjoyable. Ever notice there's just as much laughter at a funeral as there is at a wedding? Here's a typical conversation at a funeral: nice weather we're having eh? Ha ha ha ha ha, that's so funny, oh man, ha ha ha, I hope I don't die. Please don't take me. Not know.
I probably won't attend my own funeral, unless I can have a good standup act to officiate.
If you look carefully, weddings and funerals are not what they seem to be. With a 50% divorce rate, at a wedding you're probably saying goodbye to a wonderful friendship that will die in a few years.
If you believe in Heaven, then no one at a funeral has really died, you're actually celebrating the start of a new afterlife and you're there mostly for the wings.
People ask me if I believe in an afterlife. God, I hope not. I'm looking forward to absolute nothingness. That's where I came from before I was born and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I was watching the Long Island Medium the other day as she used her bushy blonde hair to tune into dead people. Why doesn't she every contact people in Hell? She should do a Hell special and contact Jeffrey Epstein. She can have his friends Prince Andrew and Bill Clinton on too. They could use a sneak peak at where they're headed.
We don't really know much about Hell, do we? Other than it's fucking hot. How hot, exactly? Is it a dry heat? Is it getting hotter with climate change? Are their cooling centres for people on good behaviour?
I'm off to a funeral today. Actually, they call it a visitation. By the way, Death, I'm just visiting, okay?
Sunday, 14 November 2021
Helloooo Newman: Coming to a Swift End
Coming to a Swift End
I think Taylor Swift dates guys just so she can break up with them and bitch about them in her music. I'm definitely not returning her calls.

