Tuesday, 14 February 2012

The truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me project hilarious

Admitting this is much like the break in character that we featured on twitter when Steven Colbert couldn’t stop laughing at his own joke.  We feel compelled, probably because of the upcoming V-day bonanza that takes place every February 14th, to share the real story behind the conception of project hilarious.  It’s a sad yet romantic story – much like a Woody Allen movie – full of awkwardness, hilarity, romance, and an adequate dose of neurotic nervous energy.  But more like a typical Hollywood Rom-Com, our story has a very happy, almost fairy tale-like ending.  

Project hilarious was honestly and truly born out of grief.  We are two lab mates who until recently had nothing in common or any real friendship.  We were both were suffering tremendously because of the demise and failure of our respective long-term relationships.  Because of this pain, we were instantly drawn to one another and found a great friendship.  It started out with excessive drinking, dancing on bars, out until the wee hours on a Wednesday night, cute boys buying us drinks – hey, we are hot, smart and super fun, newly single ladies after all!  We leaned on each other, provided a shoulder to cry on, a smiling face, and a person to turn to when some perspective or declaration about f-that-bastard was required.  And slowly but ever so surely, laughter replaced the sorrow.  The isolation, the loneliness, the insecurities, the feelings of smallness and sadness and failure, all gone.  The quiet secret tears shared over coffee evolved into peals and reams of laughter.  The refrain “You’re hilarious – yes, I’m hilarious” replaced “do you need a hug, or better yet, a French 75?” 

So, on this Valentine’s Day, we find ourselves in totally new and refreshing places in our lives; one half of project hilarious has spiralled into the depths of new love and the other (down boys, especially hot European boys with useful bodies) is in a wonderful place.  We’ve come to understand, at least in hindsight, our previous pain was a stepping stone to the path of present happiness, laughter and love.  We are reminded of the fact that the real hero on Valentine’s Day is love of all kinds.  Friendship, familial, romantic – any and all love brings joy, brings laughter and brings happiness.  
 
What do we have now?  Well, we have new best friends because of breakups and sorrow.  We have a worldwide geopolitical movement (project hilarious) that we created out of fear, insecurity, and misery.  And if we say so ourselves, it’s pretty awesome.  Let us be perfectly clear.  Our goal isn't to achieve the poetic prose of Sylvia Plath, James Joyce or The Bard.  And we do not anticipate being as ridiculously hilarious as Sarah Silverman, Ricky Gervais, Rick Santorum, or Paula Poundston.  But we will continue to enjoy project hilarious and we hope you do too!  
 
Feel the love – feed the hilarity – it’s there, we know it, belly-deep laughter and all.  If you feel like it is hiding French 75s are excellent seekers.  
 
Hide-and-seek anyone?  

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

In anticipation of Saint Valentine's Day

This is part of a conversation that one half of Project Hilarious recently had with a friend.


AF: anonymous friend
PH: project hilarious


AF: An ex girlfriend said to me when I broke up with her: "I thought we would be together forever."


PH: I am so sorry, but nothing is forever.  What did she mean by forever anyways?  Death or disaster.  That is the fate of every relationship.


AF: Hahaha.  Yes, death.  But death could be caused by a disaster.  Right?


PH:  Of course.   


AF:  Or death could imply forever bounded by human limits.


PH:  Yes.  Exactly.  "I thought we would be together until we reach the boundary of human limits".  That does not sound terribly romantic.  


AF: But death or disaster is romantic?


PH: It sure is!  But, OK.  I can appreciate the use of 'forever', despite still believing in death or disaster.


AF: Fair enough...




Both halves of project hilarious are firm believers in love, all kinds of love.  Whether it be romantic love, erotic love, puppy love, and even platonic and familial love.  You name it, we believe in it.  That being said, project hilarious, despite existing with our heads firmly planted in la-la land, are realists.  Therefore, our motto when it comes to love is 'death or disaster'.  Death or disaster is how all relationships must end.    


We think this is particularly uplifting.


On behalf of Project Hilarious, Happy Valentine's Day!

Monday, 9 January 2012

International hilarity, that's right!

As we recently celebrated the end of 2011 (the year of our creation), we thought we would share the progress of project hilarious with our international audience.  Yes, you read that correctly folks, our INTERNATIONAL audience.  As predicted, the world-wide craze of international hilarity is fast approaching.   

Clap, clap, cheer, cheer.  Throw in a couple of hurrays for good luck!

Our audience now includes:
Canada                               
United States
Russia
Germany
United Kingdom
Israel
United Arab Emerates
Australia
France
Philippines
Taiwan

And, for those of you that are curious, the three most popular posts are:
JDate: Part 5 out of 5
Drunken PhD Carrot Cake
ugi from toronto

Please, please, please send us your profiles.  We know that many, if not most of you, are hilarious in some way or another.  Send them to us at projecthilarious@gmail.com.   We wear our T-shirts proudly.  You could too!

Most importantly, we would like to thank all our visitors.  We encourage comments and feedback, however, silent stalkers are most welcome as well.

Happy New Year.   We are so looking forward to 2012!!!

Monday, 19 December 2011

Drunken Holiday Cake

This recipe, unlike the drunken carrot cake, actually involves a drunk cake, rather than a drunk baker.  In fact, the cake ends up so drunk, it would definitely get pulled over by the R.I.D.E. program (if it could drive of course).  This is an adaptation of my great grandmother's recipe.  The original recipe called for 10 cents worth of nuts - needless to say I had to update the recipe.  Despite the mild adaptations and interpretations, the cake is delicious.

1.  Free yourself of the stigma that holiday fruit cakes are boring and will be received with polite compliments, only to be battered and bashed behind your back.  Without nasty and artificial candied fruits, these cakes can be, and ARE delicious.

2.  Defend a Ph.D.  Oddly, this will inspire your father to purchase an exorbitant amount of delicious and expensive dried cherries and blueberries.  If defending a thesis is unrealistic, you will, unfortunately, have to spring for this expense yourself. 

3.  Resist eating the delicious dried fruits.  This will surely test your resolve.  But remember, you can do it.  We at Project Hilarious have the utmost faith in you.

4.  Soak 1 cup of dried cherries, 1 cup of dried blueberries, 1 cup of currant, 2 cups of raisins, and 1 cup of chopped dates in 1 cup of brandy overnight.  Then, due to the overwhelming exhaustion from the post defense adrenaline-drain and the subsequent hangovers from the defense parties, allow the fruit to soak for an additional day.

5.  Add the zest of 2 oranges and 2 cups of slivered almonds to the soaked fruit.

6.  Cream slightly more than 1 cup of butter with 2 cups of demerara sugar.  Beat in 4 eggs until well combined.  Sift 3 cups of flour with 2 tsp of baking powder, 1/2 tsp of salt, 2 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp of cloves, and 2 tsp all-spice.  Mix.  Combine juice from 2 oranges with maple syrup to a final volume of 1-1/2 cups.  Alternate adding the flour mixture with the juice mixture until it is all incorporated.  Add 1 cup of flour to the soaked fruit mixture and add it to the batter.  Pour into two buttered and parchment-lined loaf pans.

7.  Bake in a low over, 275 degrees, for awhile.  Fall asleep while the cakes bake due to the continued and absolutely wretched exhaustion you are still experiencing from the post defense craziness.  Wake up to the sweet smell of spicy holiday goodness.  Remove the cakes from the oven.  A toothpick inserted at this time should come out clean.  A guestimation of elapsed time is approximately 2-1/2 hours.

8.  Add several tablespoons of brandy to each cake after about an hour out of the oven and resting on a cooling rack.  Wrap in parchment paper or cheese cloth, and then foil and store in a tin container.  Every week drench the cakes in brandy until eaten.  This recipe is thus best made 1-2 months prior to consumption.  The result is drunken, drunken, delicious, boozy fruit goodness.

9.  A day or two before serving, get your Martha on!  Seriously people, this is the time to channel your inner hate-it-that-you-care-about-cake-decorating and go for the gold!  Coat cakes (they can be split into make more cakes if desired) in marzipan.  And then, drape in fondant icing.  Go nuts with the food coloring and flower decorating.  Poinsettias are an excellent suggestion.  Do not go with an identifiable and rigorously defined Euphorbia pulcherrima, yuck!  Indulge...drink first (may we recommend a French 75 or possibly some delightful mulled wine courtesy of Jamie Oliver).  Of course, after a few, you will be less judgy of your culinary creation.

10.  Enjoy the kitschy holiday tradition of fruit cake - this year in brandy blurry style.  We are Project Hilarious highly recommend it!

Cereal and deoderant and feminine hygiene, oh my!

Project Hilarious would like to know how supermarket isle organization is achieved.  At first, we believed that logic coupled with the adherence to strict guidelines was absolutely critical.  Thanks to the 'clever' folks at Loblaws, we are certain that is definitely not the case.  Isle organization is purely random.  

At a recent trip to the brand new flagship Loblaws in Toronto, one half of Project Hilarious was witness to an absurd isle.  What is extremely interesting, however, is how the lateralization of brain function dictates the degree of hilarity of the list.  Left brained (analytical) folks will read it as columns.  Right brained (creative) types, on the other hand, read it left to right.  As a friend said, reading left to right, the last line is particularly alarming!



Project Hilarious wants to know what type of brain are you?

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

ugi from toronto

why is ugi hilarious? 

ugi thinks it's funny that the greek PM announced a referendum and then took it back 2 days later.  he can't conceive that governments of the world will blatenly tell their stupid subjects that their opinions mean nothing, yet at the same time tell them they are fighting for "democracy" elsewhere!  to rationalize the insanity, ugi assumes that 95% of the people in the world are stupid.  then, and only then, does the shit that goes on in the world make sense (well, sort of).  this is hilarious. 

ugi thinks that babies that talk are hilarious.

ugi cruises around our wonderful city on a super sexy bike.  once he hit a raccoon while riding home in the middle of the night.  apparently hoping the fucker was dead was more important than bracing for the inevitable fall and subsequent wounds.  despite the mild injuries, this was hilarious.  

for halloween ugi dressed up as edward scissorhands.  since he hadn't seen the movie for a while and failed to consult any photos to remind myself what the bastard looked like, he accidentally made an edward scissorarms costume.  that's hilarious. 

ugi gets a kick out of awkward elevator rides at the workplace.  not only does he love watching others squirm at the painful uncomfortableness of the situation, he thinks their retarded small talk is fuckin' hilarious.  ugi cracking up in the elevator is hilarious.

ugi proudly sports the project hilarious t-shirt.

ugi from toronto IS hilarious!

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

The ever-so-true 6-10-2 theory...

It was time to post the 6-10-2 theory since it is absolutely true and was recently validated by a chronic online dater.  Not me, I swear.  I am not chronic, yet.  Prepare to be enlightened!

The 6-10-2 theory can be tested in isolated environments such as summer camp, organized trips/tours, and online dating websites (such as OkCupid).  Essentially any environment where the dating pool is limited.  The numbers 6, 10, and 2 are all ratings out of a maximum of 10.  For those not proficient in mathematics, 6/10 is average, 10/10 is perfect (Yay!), and 2/10 is exceptionally poor (sorry, kind of sucks to be you).  

The best way to fully explain this is by example.  I will take you through it nice and slowly using a quote from an unsolicited OkCupid user.  I know.  I know.  I read Undue Risk: Secret State Experiments on Humans (http://www.amazon.ca/Undue-Risk-Secret-Experiments-Humans/dp/0415928354). I do believe in informed consent.  But I also really needed this quote and did not have the patience to wait for consent.  Next time...


The 6-10-2 Theory



Section One: 6/10

Man shopping while apprehensive, scared, and slightly pessimistic about the process of online dating.  The feelings of excitement and hope, however,  are budding (slowly). 

"I'm unconventional. Not in a "look at me, I'm doing something before it's cool" kind of way. I'm patient yet impulsive, ambitious, and the eternal optimist. I swing for the fences and I have no regrets. Except for the Star Wars tattoo on my ass cheek. That was a mistake."

The idea of a man being unconventional is definitely intriguing. Patient yet impulsive is an attractive combination.  And of course, having no regrets is ideal.  It suggests that we stand behind our choices and learn from them, rather than being ashamed of them.

Conclusion:  Alright, this man is not the worst.  He for sure gets a 6/10.  I am going to message him.  I have to start somewhere.


Section Two: 10/10

Man shopping while being brainwashed into thinking that this online dating thing is actually an excellent idea.  In fact, you can't believe that you ever doubted this process to begin with!  It isn't weird, it is awesome.  I am getting tons of dates and my ego is getting a much-needed boost.  There are so many incredible men on this site.  Finding a man is going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.  Your hopes are in full bloom. 

"I'm unconventional. Not in a "look at me, I'm doing something before it's cool" kind of way. I'm patient yet impulsive, ambitious, and the eternal optimist. I swing for the fences and I have no regrets. Except for the Star Wars tattoo on my ass cheek. That was a mistake."

This man is unconventional and totally cool.  Looking forward to seeing his patient yet impulsive side. Love that he is the eternal optimist.  He must therefore believe in love and will want to get to know me.  A tattoo on his ass cheek.  Is this true?  That is pretty hot. 

Conclusion:  This man is amazing.  He is a 10/10.  I am super happy to have met him.  I can't wait to get to know him better.  What a great place to start. I am really happy that I subscribed to OkCupid. 


Section Three: 2/10

Just the thought of man shopping is exhausting.  Messages from those you don't want to hear from.  Ignored/rejected from those that you do.  Constant kicks and jabs at an already bruised ego.  I should have trusted my instincts: Online dating is bizarre and unnatural.  How on earth does this actually work?  Everything is wilted and thin. 

"I'm unconventional. Not in a "look at me, I'm doing something before it's cool" kind of way. I'm patient yet impulsive, ambitious, and the eternal optimist. I swing for the fences and I have no regrets. Except for the Star Wars tattoo on my ass cheek. That was a mistake."

This man is the complete opposite of unconventional.  He is just like every other man I have dated.  He is not cool.  Where is this patient yet impulsive side?  Oh yeh, it doesn't exist!  I have regrets.  I regret ever meeting him.  I wish there was a Star Wars tattoo on his ass cheek.  At least there would be something lasting about this experience.  He was a mistake.

Conclusion:  His stats have dropped dramatically to a 2/10.  There is nothing attractive about this man.  What was I thinking? (scratch head here)

A summary of the 6-10-2 theory:  Your 'pool' starts off averaging a 6/10.  You automatically look for the best in everyone and the selection process begins.  After a while, everyone is attractive, a full on 10/10.  You find it hard to narrow down your selections.  There is something fantastic about everyone.  As your trip ends, you look back and shake your head in disbelief at the awful choices you made.  They barely deserve a 2/10 on a good day!  Sigh.

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