I loved this one. The lighting and film quality are for complete shit, but I really liked the writing and the fact that this is one of the VERY few times that I didn't completely humiliate myself as an actor. Unfortunately, it's failed to crack 250 views on youtube as of this post, and on Funnyordie it has amassed a whopping 26 views. Goddamn, dudes
Monday, January 28, 2008
You suck, Cody!
I'm encountering this crazy new phenomenon where after I post a video, a drunk person comes up to me and tells me that it sucks. The exchange goes a little like this.
(Cody enters room, sees drunk friend)
Cody: Hey, what's up?
Friend (Extremely enthusiastic): Hey! I saw the new video!
Cody: Uh huh. Cool.
Friend (Still enthusiastic): Well? Don't you want to know what I thought of it?
Cody: I'm not really in the mood to talk about the videos....
Friend: Come on!
Cody: Alright, fine. What did you think of it?
Friend (Pauses): Jeez, you really put me on the spot here.
Cody: I did?
Friend: Okay, look. Here's the thing: It's a really funny idea. I mean that. I really mean that.
Cody: Uh huh
Friend: The only thing I didn't like about it was the acting, writing, editing, lighting, pacing, and basic concept.
Cody: Uh..... sorry, I guess. I'm gonna see what's going on in the other room.... (leaves)
Yeah, I don't really understand it. It's not like I asked for it. It's not like I go up to people and say, "Please tell me what you thought of the new video, and be brutally honest." I think what really baffles me is that they didn't accidentally let it slip that they didn't like the video, they strung me along on a premeditated series of questions in order to get into a position to tell me that they think it sucks. You sly drunken bastards have checkmated me yet again.
So yeah, I'm not saying you have to like the videos, and I don't mind if you tell me to my face that you think they suck, because polite false praise will never make me a better comedian. Just ask yourself if dropping harsh criticism on me on a Friday night when I'm trying to have fun and didn't ask for any opinion is the best time to do it.
(Cody enters room, sees drunk friend)
Cody: Hey, what's up?
Friend (Extremely enthusiastic): Hey! I saw the new video!
Cody: Uh huh. Cool.
Friend (Still enthusiastic): Well? Don't you want to know what I thought of it?
Cody: I'm not really in the mood to talk about the videos....
Friend: Come on!
Cody: Alright, fine. What did you think of it?
Friend (Pauses): Jeez, you really put me on the spot here.
Cody: I did?
Friend: Okay, look. Here's the thing: It's a really funny idea. I mean that. I really mean that.
Cody: Uh huh
Friend: The only thing I didn't like about it was the acting, writing, editing, lighting, pacing, and basic concept.
Cody: Uh..... sorry, I guess. I'm gonna see what's going on in the other room.... (leaves)
Yeah, I don't really understand it. It's not like I asked for it. It's not like I go up to people and say, "Please tell me what you thought of the new video, and be brutally honest." I think what really baffles me is that they didn't accidentally let it slip that they didn't like the video, they strung me along on a premeditated series of questions in order to get into a position to tell me that they think it sucks. You sly drunken bastards have checkmated me yet again.
So yeah, I'm not saying you have to like the videos, and I don't mind if you tell me to my face that you think they suck, because polite false praise will never make me a better comedian. Just ask yourself if dropping harsh criticism on me on a Friday night when I'm trying to have fun and didn't ask for any opinion is the best time to do it.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Do Not Open Microwave
I say without even the slightest bit of irony or sarcasm that you are about to witness comedic genius.
I had this idea last night, so I just grabbed my handheld camera and filmed it in twenty minutes without a script or storyboard. That's the only excuse I can make for it looking super mega crappy.
I had this idea last night, so I just grabbed my handheld camera and filmed it in twenty minutes without a script or storyboard. That's the only excuse I can make for it looking super mega crappy.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Student Government Debate
Another Ron Mexico video has slowly but surely crawled its way to 1,000 views.
Where to start with this one? This is based on an urban legend from my hometown. There was this guy who lived on the way to my high school who owned a couple pet tigers. One morning, we saw that a whole bunch of cops were at his house and he was being arrested. The rumor that spread was that he was arrested for raping his pet tigers. He was actually arrested for being a pedophile, but that's beside the point.
Anyway, back when I was focused solely on trying to be a stand-up comedian, I did a bit about this guy and wondered what kind of awesome rep he would get in prison if he raped a tiger, because honestly, that's about the hardest crime you could possibly commit. Somehow that concept jumped into my mind while I was trying to write a scathing satire of college student governments, something that I'm totally not a fan of. I combined the two ideas and the satire went by the wayside, but a funny script came of it, so I'm not bitching.
Probably my favorite thing about this video is the clearly visible Ball State University logo. Me (I play the normal guy), Peters (the tiger rapist), and Jeremy (the moderator), just walked into the Student Center ballroom, swiped a podium, and started shooting. I was adamant that the logo not appear in the sketch, and Peters told me that the camera was framed so that you couldn't see it. Then after we finished shooting he told me he was lying. I'm too fucking lazy to reshoot, so I kept it. On the one hand I'm glad nobody from BSU administration has seen it and filed a lawsuit against me, while on the other hand I'm bummed I never got sued because that would totally get me press coverage and thousands of views.
There are also two clear problems with this video. The first is that the audio and the video don't perfectly line up and get more and more apart as the video goes on. I exported the video at a 44.1K quantization rate and the audio at 48K. What that means is, for every 44.1 seconds of video that plays, 48 seconds of audio plays. This is the second sketch I ever made and I was retarded when it comes to editing software. Ten months and eleven sketches later I've evolved into a decent editor.
UPDATE!!!!: I was looking through my hard drive and checking out all of my old footage and stuff and found that the original video that I uploaded didn't have any problems with the audio and video lining up. Youtube's server fucked this one up, not me. I may re-upload this sketch later.
Also at issue is the ending that doesn't really make any sense. Peters' character rapes a tiger, so the tiger saves him by raping me. What the fuck? That doesn't even make a lick of goddamn sense. In the original script, the ending switches to a first-person view of the tiger, and then a bigass tiger paw comes into frame and mauls me. That would have worked. Unfortunately, I didn't have any prosthetic tiger paws and forgot to rewrite the ending when we started shooting. We had to end it somehow, so Peters says, "Uhhh, how about we have the tiger rape you?" I thought it was hilarious at the time without thinking about how much sense it does or doesn't make, and we had to get the hell out of there because an organization was going to have a meeting in a half hour, so we went ahead and did it.
Where to start with this one? This is based on an urban legend from my hometown. There was this guy who lived on the way to my high school who owned a couple pet tigers. One morning, we saw that a whole bunch of cops were at his house and he was being arrested. The rumor that spread was that he was arrested for raping his pet tigers. He was actually arrested for being a pedophile, but that's beside the point.
Anyway, back when I was focused solely on trying to be a stand-up comedian, I did a bit about this guy and wondered what kind of awesome rep he would get in prison if he raped a tiger, because honestly, that's about the hardest crime you could possibly commit. Somehow that concept jumped into my mind while I was trying to write a scathing satire of college student governments, something that I'm totally not a fan of. I combined the two ideas and the satire went by the wayside, but a funny script came of it, so I'm not bitching.
Probably my favorite thing about this video is the clearly visible Ball State University logo. Me (I play the normal guy), Peters (the tiger rapist), and Jeremy (the moderator), just walked into the Student Center ballroom, swiped a podium, and started shooting. I was adamant that the logo not appear in the sketch, and Peters told me that the camera was framed so that you couldn't see it. Then after we finished shooting he told me he was lying. I'm too fucking lazy to reshoot, so I kept it. On the one hand I'm glad nobody from BSU administration has seen it and filed a lawsuit against me, while on the other hand I'm bummed I never got sued because that would totally get me press coverage and thousands of views.
There are also two clear problems with this video. The first is that the audio and the video don't perfectly line up and get more and more apart as the video goes on. I exported the video at a 44.1K quantization rate and the audio at 48K. What that means is, for every 44.1 seconds of video that plays, 48 seconds of audio plays. This is the second sketch I ever made and I was retarded when it comes to editing software. Ten months and eleven sketches later I've evolved into a decent editor.
UPDATE!!!!: I was looking through my hard drive and checking out all of my old footage and stuff and found that the original video that I uploaded didn't have any problems with the audio and video lining up. Youtube's server fucked this one up, not me. I may re-upload this sketch later.
Also at issue is the ending that doesn't really make any sense. Peters' character rapes a tiger, so the tiger saves him by raping me. What the fuck? That doesn't even make a lick of goddamn sense. In the original script, the ending switches to a first-person view of the tiger, and then a bigass tiger paw comes into frame and mauls me. That would have worked. Unfortunately, I didn't have any prosthetic tiger paws and forgot to rewrite the ending when we started shooting. We had to end it somehow, so Peters says, "Uhhh, how about we have the tiger rape you?" I thought it was hilarious at the time without thinking about how much sense it does or doesn't make, and we had to get the hell out of there because an organization was going to have a meeting in a half hour, so we went ahead and did it.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Phillip Rivers is a Raging Asswipe
But this video is kinda funny. This one, called "Fight the System", is one from the vaults.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Getting to know you
Last week my English professor had us do an assignment where we write a page or two of information about ourselves. Just bullshit like where you're from, your major, and whatever. This is what I turned in:
What should I write here? Should I write my hometown, major, option, and what I plan to do with my college degree? Well that’s just downright fascinating discussion. “What’s your major” and “Where are you from?” are the last resort of people who just don’t really have much of interest to say to you. Either they’re too boring to come up with something to say or you’re too boring to be the focus of a real conversation. Either way, I say don’t bother. Instead of obligatory, uninteresting crap, I’ll share a story my LSD-addled Vietnam vet uncle told me once.
The following was dictated by Roger “Ironheart” Schacht
Boy, I’ve got some shit to tell you. What are you doing holding that book up in front of your face like that? You afraid I’m going to grab you by the neck and try out one of the seventy-three death holds they taught me at Da Nang? I’m your uncle, fer Chrissakes, what do you think I’m gonna do? There you go, put it down. You can trust your uncle. WAAAAH! (At this point Uncle Doug has thrown Cody on the ground and immobilized him with a vicelike grip around his neck). There you go! You can’t trust anybody, you little shit! Quit begging me for air. Would it kill you to at least say please?
So anyways, five years after I get back from the war, I go to this party and I meet myself a wonderful girl. At least I thought she was a wonderful girl at the time. She actually ended up being an alligator. What do you mean that sounds made up? Were you there? So anyways, those were more liberal times when it was cool to try new things, so instead of freaking out, I went with the flow and made out with that alligator right there on the spot. The gator was all like “Aww yeah baby, how’d you learn to kiss me like that?” To which I replied, “I know how to rub your kind the right way. I learned how to properly treat your kind from playing Crocodile Dentist when I was a child.”
When that happened, I’ll be damned if the gator didn’t snap at me and put a huge gash across my chest. What? Your mother says I got this from playing too close to the wheat thresher when I was nine? I’ve got a joke for you: what’s the difference between a basketball and your mother? Give up? A basketball is orange and your mother is a lying whore. Anyways, the alligator says, “I’m an alligator, not a crocodile, you racist! Do all black people look alike to you too, Adolph?” Man, that’s where it just got too real, you know? Want a Quaalude?
What should I write here? Should I write my hometown, major, option, and what I plan to do with my college degree? Well that’s just downright fascinating discussion. “What’s your major” and “Where are you from?” are the last resort of people who just don’t really have much of interest to say to you. Either they’re too boring to come up with something to say or you’re too boring to be the focus of a real conversation. Either way, I say don’t bother. Instead of obligatory, uninteresting crap, I’ll share a story my LSD-addled Vietnam vet uncle told me once.
The following was dictated by Roger “Ironheart” Schacht
Boy, I’ve got some shit to tell you. What are you doing holding that book up in front of your face like that? You afraid I’m going to grab you by the neck and try out one of the seventy-three death holds they taught me at Da Nang? I’m your uncle, fer Chrissakes, what do you think I’m gonna do? There you go, put it down. You can trust your uncle. WAAAAH! (At this point Uncle Doug has thrown Cody on the ground and immobilized him with a vicelike grip around his neck). There you go! You can’t trust anybody, you little shit! Quit begging me for air. Would it kill you to at least say please?
So anyways, five years after I get back from the war, I go to this party and I meet myself a wonderful girl. At least I thought she was a wonderful girl at the time. She actually ended up being an alligator. What do you mean that sounds made up? Were you there? So anyways, those were more liberal times when it was cool to try new things, so instead of freaking out, I went with the flow and made out with that alligator right there on the spot. The gator was all like “Aww yeah baby, how’d you learn to kiss me like that?” To which I replied, “I know how to rub your kind the right way. I learned how to properly treat your kind from playing Crocodile Dentist when I was a child.”
When that happened, I’ll be damned if the gator didn’t snap at me and put a huge gash across my chest. What? Your mother says I got this from playing too close to the wheat thresher when I was nine? I’ve got a joke for you: what’s the difference between a basketball and your mother? Give up? A basketball is orange and your mother is a lying whore. Anyways, the alligator says, “I’m an alligator, not a crocodile, you racist! Do all black people look alike to you too, Adolph?” Man, that’s where it just got too real, you know? Want a Quaalude?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
BONUS VIDEO!
It's only four seconds long but it has more laughs than some of my entire four-minute sketches!
One Missed Call
This is the first ever post for the soon to be huge Ron Mexico Productions blog. Among other things I'll be using this blog to announce new sketches, as well as post old sketches with commentary. But for now, let's just cut the bullshit and watch this, a parody of One Missed Call.
I thought I was the only person in the world who thought of doing a parody of that turd in a film can, and then I searched "One Missed Call parody" on Youtube and found that I was only one of fifty. However, my parody does have the advantage of being the only one where the camera is in focus, you can actually hear the actors, and the jokes are funny.
I thought I was the only person in the world who thought of doing a parody of that turd in a film can, and then I searched "One Missed Call parody" on Youtube and found that I was only one of fifty. However, my parody does have the advantage of being the only one where the camera is in focus, you can actually hear the actors, and the jokes are funny.
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