Mahoney Talks

So...this happened:

Feline The Music

Pets can be pretty frustrating sometimes. Kate and I discovered a few months ago that Cleo, our cat, is a really incredible songwriter. Her music is extraordinary, kind of a mix between James Taylor, Sufjan Stevens, and Lil Kim.

The problem is, she's a terrible lyricist. She just doesn't have the requisite life experience to write lyrics that have any real resonance. They're all about climbing tall things, staring out the window, and naps.

Her debut album is tentatively titled, "Leaping At Shadows," and Cleo wants us to release it this summer, but Kate and I want her to collaborate with a lyricist who could really make her songs marketable. Of course, she's a cat so she won't listen to us.

In the meantime, we're just keeping Cleo in the recording studio and encouraging her to focus on instrumentals. She's teaching herself to play seven-string guitar.

"My Story Must Be Told!"

I'm Scoutta Here!

They found that boy scout in NC who disappeared from a camping trip over the weekend. Turns out he didn't want to be camping so he figured he'd just walk into the woods and hitchhike home.

At first I was happy they found the boy alive, but after I read this article, I realized the boy is doomed anyway. He may have lived this week, but his asshole father will surely destroy him.

Check out these quotes from the boy's father:

"We're going to have our lectures about hitchhiking again," the father said. "We've had them in the past, but with a special vigor, we'll go over that again with Michael."

Ah yes - the ol' "hitchhiking lecture." But with "special vigor?" Dad's going for his belt.

"He's got a tremendous life spirit," the father said, adding that Michael "wants to thank Gandalf especially — even though he ate the peanut butter crackers they gave him."

Dad just couldn't resist taking a little swipe at Gandalf, the dog who saved his son's life. I agree, Kent! What a crapbag that dog is! How dare he find your son and then eat some crackers. Just because crackers are held near a dog's mouth doesn't mean the dog has to eat them.

"He's worried about make-up work in Miss Self's class," Auberry said. "So if Miss Self could cut him a break, he would be very, very grateful."

This is just really despicable. Everybody knows if you have a problem with Miss Self, you talk to Miss Self directly. Don't attack her through the media.

Hey Hero! Those crackers aren't for you!

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Two Men & A Famous Guy

The meta-ness of GUTENBERG! THE MUSICAL! inched up another notch Friday night when comedy icon, Steve Guttenberg, attended the show.

I am sad to say I was not able to be there to witness this potentially earth-destroying event, but another blogger was - Patrick from aLive from New York. He gives a very nice report and posted this picture:

I am supposed to meet Mr. Guttenberg for lunch on Wednesday to discuss "double t's" and why we hate them. It will be my first time eating with someone who has worked with both robots and dolphins.

Also - our producers are working on putting together a night of Gutenberg! attended by the entire populace of Guttenberg, NJ - possibly with Steve Guttenberg as the guest producer.

We may also buy a goat, freeze it in ice, and name it "Goat-In-Berg."

I'm Batman

The popular website, Gothamist, published an interview with me on Friday.

This was my first interview conducted on board a yacht. Here's a picture I took during the interview.

There was also a cat there. I snapped a picture of him too.

Jerky Noise

It happened! The American Bison is FINALLY on a stamp.

WE DID IT!

Also...this.