Charlie Hatton About This
About Me
Email Me

Charlie Hatton
Brookline, MA

All Quotes


Howdy, friendly reading person!
I'm on a bit of a hiatus right now, but only to work on other projects -- one incredibly exciting example being the newly-released kids' science book series Things That Make You Go Yuck!
If you're a science and/or silliness fan, give it a gander! See you soon!

Revelations, Book One

Okay, this is going to come as a big surprise to all of you. Especially you regular readers — you’re going to be shocked. Your flabbers will be gasted. You may even pee, just a little. See? Shocking.

Anyway, here’s the thing — I’ve decided that I suffer from a certain deficiency. A gap in my personality, a hole in my persona — a character flaw, if you will.

(And frankly, I’d prefer that you would. Somehow, a ‘hole in my persona’ doesn’t sound very good. It either seems like something that would require painful surgery to plug up, or the kind of thing you’d see in one of those kinky pr0n emails. Or both, if you’re into that sort of thing. Pervert.)

Okay, what was I talking about again? Oh, right, my revelation. Okay.

So, it’s come to my attention lately that I have a bit of personal growing to do.

(And again, the pervs chime in, eh? ‘Personal growing’ just too good to resist, is it? Oh, you sad, sorry people. Go watch VIP or something, would you? I’m trying to make a frigging point here.)

Now, I’m sure that those of you who’ve read any of my stuff, or run into me out there in the real world, would agree that there are a whole canyonload of things that I could work on to better myself. And it’s true — I have my weaknesses, like anyone else. I could be a better listener, for instance. A little self-confidence now and then would be nice. Sometimes, I wish I were more gracious, more easy and honest and comfortable with people.

(Okay, maybe just ‘easy’. That sounds like fun, all by itself. Or with a side of Jell-O, even. Whee.

Actually, I take that back. I’m not sure I really want to include our favorite gelatinous treat in my kinky sexual escapades. Even if they’re imaginary. It’s not that I don’t like Jell-O, really. Of course, I don’t, if you get right down to it — there are frankly not that many places where I’m interested in seeing a bunch of lumpy jiggling going on. And ‘the end of my spoon’ is not one of those places. Not even close.

But that’s not what keeps me from including the stuff on my bedroom supply list. The thing that really frightens me about combining Jell-O and jiggy-getting is their old catchphrase. Remember? ‘There’s always room for Jell-O‘.

Well, that’s great and all, but they never say exactly what there’s supposed to be room for Jell-O in. And with all those orifices flying around during sex, I’m not ready to risk somebody taking that slogan literally and shovelling the stuff somewhere I don’t want it. I think I do plenty of jiggling as it is, got it?)

Anyway, the point is that there’s a whole litany of things on my ‘To Become’ list. One of these days, when I finally get past this whole ‘working five days a week’ nonsense, I hope to have time to work on some of them. In the meantime, though, the list keeps growing. And the results of the latest bout of disappointed self-discovery are simply too shocking to keep to myself. And here’s the big news:

I’ve decided… I need more… focus in my life.

See? Outrageous, isn’t it? Crazy talk! Just because it took me fourteen frigging paragraphs of drivel, and Jell-O, and some nonsense about gastered flabbers, or flabbing gasters, or flabby geezers, or whatever the hell I was talking about back there, suddenly I need more focus. Preposterous.

It’s not just this train wreck of an entry, though. Nor is it solely the rest of the rambling, inane, boobery drivel on this site. Certainly, that’s reason enough — hell, it might be reason enough to have me committed some day. I wonder whether anything I write can and will ever be used against me in a court of law. That would suck ass.

(Hey, speaking of focus, and not having any, Mr. Burns on the Simpsons just said:

I’ll be squeezing my Bobo in no time.

This is just one more example of why I should — nay, why I need — to compile a list of Simpsons quotes taken out of context, and work them into everyday conversation. Or just spout them randomly at inappropriate times during boring conversations. I’d get a hell of a kick out of whipping the above line out and using it next time I’m asked to give a status report in my next group meeting at work. ‘Squeezing my bobo’, indeed. Excellent.)

Okay, look, just forget this whole thing. I obviously can’t stay on track. Fuck it — I’ll work on ‘focus’ tomorrow. Or sometime. Hey, if that’s the worst thing on my list I never get around to fixing, I’ll be much better off than I am now. Right now, I’m gonna finish watching the Simpsons. Self-improvement can suck my ass. I’m too busy to better myself. Meh.

Permalink  |  9 Comments

9 Responses to “Revelations, Book One”

  1. Jon says:

    So wait.. you need less Jell-O in your orrifices?

    More Mr. Burns with your Bobo?

    I’m so confused.

  2. Erin says:

    I gave up being focused for Lent — in 1989.

  3. Jeff A says:

    I’m sorry, what were you saying?

  4. Monkey says:

    I’m going to have nightmares about this entry for a looong time to come.

  5. QC says:

    “A hole in my persona” does sound kind of odd. Especially coming just after you’ve been talking about peeing. And flabbers being gasted. And before sucking ass. And squeezing Bobo.

    I’m sorry…there was a point to all that, right? Here, have some Jell-O and tell us all about it.

  6. KPL says:

    For a moment there I thought you were getting Oprah on us Charlie.

  7. Brenda says:

    awwwwww just forget focus, get back to that list of things needed in the bedroom. I could use redecorating ideas.

  8. Buzz says:

    Lack of focus? You? Hah, I hardly think so. I hardly think not? Now which is it? Think so. Think not. Think so. Think not. Now that I play it through a couple of times, neither one sounds right. Or is it either one sounds right? Neither one. Either one. Neither one. Either one. Damn, I just can’t decide. Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, focus. I love them. Well, Hocus Pocus, anyway. I never really liked any of their other songs. Wait, I may not have ever heard any of their other songs. So it’s really not fair to just cast them aside like that. Ok, tell you what. To be fair, I’ll just say that I really liked Hocus Pocus by Focus and leave it at that.

    There. I hope I helped clear up all that focus nonsense.

  9. wlfldy says:

    Two things came to mind.

    One – ‘It has to be jelly cause jam jest don’t shake like that.’ (and i know, there’s no jello in there, but come to mind it did.)

    and – Harry found that squeezing the bobutubers was disgusting but oddly satisfying. (or something real similar to that)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

HomeAboutArchiveBestShopEmail © 2003-15 Charlie Hatton All Rights Reserved
Me on Film 'n' Stage:
  Drinkstorm Studios

Me on Science (silly):
  Secondhand SCIENCE

Me on Science (real):
  Meta Science News

Me on ZuG (RIP):
  Zolton's FB Pranks
  Zolton Does Amazon

Favorite Posts:
30 Facts: Alton Brown
A Commute Dreary
A Hallmark Moment
Blue's Clues Explained
Eight Your 5-Hole?
El Classo de Espanol
Good News for Goofballs
Grammar, Charlie-Style
Grammar, Revisitated
How I Feel About Hippos
How I Feel About Pinatas
How I Feel About Pirates
Life Is Like...
Life Is Also Like...
Smartass 101
Twelve Simple Rules
Unreal Reality Shows
V-Day for Dummies
Wheel of Misfortune
Zolton, Interview Demon

Me, Elsewhere

Standup Comedy Clips

Selected Clips:
  09/10/05: Com. Studio
  04/30/05: Goodfellaz
  04/09/05: Com. Studio
  01/28/05: Com. Studio
  12/11/04: Emerald Isle
  09/06/04: Connection

Boston Comedy Clubs

 My 100 Things Posts

Selected Things:
  #6: My Stitches
  #7: My Name
  #11: My Spelling Bee
  #35: My Spring Break
  #36: My Skydives
  #53: My Memory
  #55: My Quote
  #78: My Pencil
  #91: My Family
  #100: My Poor Knee

More Features:

List of Lists
33 Faces of Me
Punchline Fever
Simpsons Quotes
Quantum Terminology

...Bleeding Obvious
By Ken Levine
Defective Yeti
Divorced Dad of Two
Gallivanting Monkey
Junk Drawer
Life... Weirder
Little. Red. Boat.
Mighty Geek
Scott's Tip of the Day
Something Authorly
Unlikely Explanations

Full Archive

Category Archives:

(Stupid) Computers
A Doofus Is Me
Articles 'n' Zines
Audience Participation
Awkward Conversations
Bits About Blogging
Bitter Old Man Rants
Blasts from My Past
Cars 'n' Drivers
Dog Drivel
Foodstuff Fluff
Fun with Words!
Grooming Gaffes
Just Life
Loopy Lists
Making Fun of Jerks
Marketing Weenies
Married and a Moron
Miscellaneous Nonsense
Potty Talk / Yes, I'm a Pig
Sleep, and Lack Thereof
Tales from the Stage
Tasty Beverages
The Happy Homeowner
TV & Movies & Games, O My!
Vacations 'n' Holidays
Weird for the Sake of Weird
Whither the Weather
Wicked Pissah Bahstan
Wide World o' Sports
Work, Work, Work

Alas Smith and Jones
Berkeley Breathed
Bill Hicks
Dave Barry
Dexter's Laboratory
Douglas Adams
Evening at the Improv
Fawlty Towers
George Alec Effinger
Jake Johannsen
Married... With Children
Monty Python
Nick Bakay
Peter King
Ren and Stimpy
Rob Neyer
Sluggy Freelance
The Simpsons
The State

Plugs, Shameless
100 Best Humor Blogs | Healthy Moms Magazine



Feeds and More
Subscribe via FeedBurner


RSS 2.0
Site Hosting:
Solid Solutions

Powered by:

Title Banner Photo:
Shirley Harshenin

Creative Commons License
  This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons License

Performancing Metrics

Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape

Valid XHTML 1.0

Valid CSS!

© 2003-15 Charlie Hatton
All Rights Reserved