Make Life More Fun Tip #7: Be the Fan Who Runs Out Onto the Field

Now here at (officially referred to as MLMF from here on), we do NOT condone criminal behaviour. Our motto essentially says that if you have fun doing something you should do it; no shame, no judgement, just do your thang. The exception to our motto is any criminal activity. Have fun doing what you love, but not if it’s grand larceny or murder. That’s not cool.

A big part of our motto, which is probably not stated outright, is that while you’re having fun, hopefully others will be having fun too. Hence the title of the website, you will making life more fun for everyone.

Now putting these two thoughts together, I think the only minor disturbance and/or lawbreaking we wi condone, is that of the idiot sports fan. Yesterday at the Blue Jays game some a guy ran onto the field. My immediate reaction: HELL YEAH!

Now I’m an idiot myself, so when a fellow brother partakes in general public idiocy, I applaud his efforts. What I didn’t expect was the standing ovation, wolf whistles, and generally a better reception than Jose Bautista got all day. It was awesome.

The Jays were winning, the dome was open, the beer was flowing, and to top it all off, some guy ran from the first base line to the third base line to, just to get tackled by three security guards. Amazing.

Kudos to you sir. May you always be a shining light to all sporting fans. Don’t drop the soap!


Make Life More Fun Tip #6: Memorize A Song That Is Completely Out Of Character

Do you have a favourite song? Do you now all the words to it? Perfectly?

Sing it. Sing it right now.

I mean if you’re alone then no biggie right? Just a dude, chilling, singing a song. Always a good time. But if you’re at work or school or any other crowded place? Even better. You get a chance to showcase your talents, which include a great singing voice, or at the very least the capability to memorize song lyrics. It’s awesome and a lot of fun.

Sure there will be those people who think you’re crazy, but seriously, fuck ’em. If they can’t enjoy free music then they’re not worth your time. You’re better than them. You made the junior varsity football team in high school. You rank in the top 10000 for NHL 2K11 multiplayer. Charlie Sheen retweeted something you wrote on Twitter. And you know all the ticking words to Crazy Train.

So sing it loud and sing it proud, you champion. You have your song. You know it by heart. Now go and tell the world.


This tip was originally “memorize a song that’s completely out of character” I thought of it when I was watching My Name Is Earl and they played this montage of Ethan Suplee’s character Randy after being dumped. I’m not going to ruin it, just take a gander:

Then there’s this clip from a different episode:

PS My Name Is Earl is a better show than you give it credit for, dick

Shambala – Three Dog Night

    As a follow up to our previous post, I would like to offer you guys a suggestion; a real tip.

    If you don’t already know this song, do yourself a favour and go on YouTube or Grooveshark and look it up. It’s just a light, airy, 70’s good-time song, and you should definitely know it. It’s called “Shambala” and the band is Three Dog Night (just like in the title).

    Click Here to Listen to Shambala on Grooveshark!


    I first heard this song when I originally watched the Lost episode “Tricia Tanaka is Dead” some years ago (or maybe months). The song is played a few times in the episode, but it is perfectly represented in this scene:

    Just a bit of background: they’re trying to jumpstart the van by letting it roll down a steep hill, on the edge of which are deadly rocks, most likely jagged ones. The fat guy thinks he’s cursed. His name is Hurley.

    So my recommendation: Go download this song right now! One isn’t the loneliest number on the road to Shambala. (“One is the Lonliest Number” is another Three Dog Night song, for those of you who didn’t get the reference.)

    How does your light shine?

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Without Music, Life is a Journey Through a Desert – Pat Conroy

“Without music, life is a journey through a desert” – Pat Conroy (Authour)

I heard or read this quote a long time ago and it’s always stuck with me.

There’s this incredible power that music has. It can calm you down, pump you up, take you in, knock you out. It pairs well with wine, and it’s just great with beer. It can bring people together; it’s torn some bands apart (although that could have been caused by money issues). You hear it when you find love; you drown yourself in it when you lose love. It’s a very powerful thing.

Today I finished class, went to Best Buy, had a cigarette, and then thought “now what?”. I couldn’t decide from one option to another. But the decision between music or no music was a non-issue. I just popped my earphones in and started going. Where was I going? It didn’t really matter. If you’ve got some good music in your pocket (which is literally possible these days), you can go anywhere. Eventually, you’ll get there.

I didn’t go very far. I found a seat and started typing. But cycling through the various drafts of posts I have yet to publish, this is the only one I wanted to write. I think after five “Tips” which read like conversations with an idiot, it’s time to publish something that isn’t utterly ridiculous.

So grab your iPhone, pop in your white earbuds, and play your favorite song. Take the 3-5 minutes for yourself. (7:47 if you’re listening to Foreplay/Longtime). If your boss or your mom gives you a hard time for taking a short break from work, just quote some Pat Conroy and close your eyes.

Cause the hippies are right:
It’s about the music, man.

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Make Life More Fun Tip #5: Throw Your Food At The Wall

Dear United Synagogue Day School Bayview campus,

13 years ago I was spending my lunch break with two of my cohorts in the stairwell, just joking and eating, and engaging in all around hooliganism. There was pushing and shoving and lots of laughs, and before I knew it I was handed a Hostess cupcake.

You know the cupcake I’m talking about: chocolate cake with dried chocolate icing and cream in the middle. Basically a fat 13-year-old’s wet dream (but 13 is the puberty age, so it could’ve been a regular wet dream). And as a fat 13-year-old, I was very excited to receive such a treat (the cupcake, not the dream. Okay I’ll stop with that). This excitement was only underlined by the severe lack of Hostess cupcakes in my life at the time. The Ziploc baggie of grapes just wasn’t cutting it anymore. So when my friends had Hostess cupcakes in their lunches, I was relentless. “Can I have that?”; “you gonna eat that?”; “Hey look over there!” *snatch* *lick* “…I licked that, sooo you probably don’t want it anymore, eh?”. Just general fat cupcake-greed. And it was probably one of these methods that landed me a cupcake on that faithful day. And as much as I would have loved to eat that cupcake, I didn’t. You can probably guess what I did do, U.S.D.S. Bayview. I mean you are a school; you should be smart enough to decipher that the title of the article and the point of the story are related. But since you are in fact a building that I’m writing to, I will simplify things:

I didn’t eat the cupcake. I threw the cupcake at the stairwell wall.

You may be asking yourself, U.S.D.S. Bayview, “but why, anonymous letter writer? Why??”. Well I can’t really tell you why. I really don’t know why. I just felt like doing it. And it was fun while I did it. And it was fun after I did it. There was cake and frosting and cream stuck to the wall. There was a pile of crumbs at the foot of the stairs. There was an uproar of laughter and confusion from my friends, as well as from myself, because I really had no idea what compelled me to do such a thing. But it was a lot of fun. I still talk about it with one of my friends who was there. When we visited the stairwell days, weeks, months later, the mess was still on the wall. We talk about it, and we laugh. I laugh the hardest, because I know: I left my mark on you, U.S.D.S Bayview. My cream is all over your walls.

I’m not apologizing by the way. It’s just a fun story and a fun thing to do when you just need to spontaneously change gears.



(I totally just covered my tracks – Jesse Ganz)

But look, I know this sounds stupid, reckless, wasteful, and just a dick move, but seriously it’s kinda really fun. I’m not telling you to do it everyday. I’m not even telling you to do it more than once. I’m just saying, if you haven’t thrown some splattery food against a wall, ever in your life, consider it. It’s a good alternative to getting angry, being bored, eating. Just picture it, ok? Are you picturing it? Good! Does it look like fun? I know, right?!

Happy April Fool’s Day! Hebrew day school sucks! But thank you to my parents for taking an interest in my education and my future!!!

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Make Life More Fun Tip #4: Wrestle Your Dog

Ever wonder why you’re dog’s barking at you all the time? It’s cause he thinks you’re a pussy!

Let’s get 1 thing straight: After the whole Vick/Mexico debacle that happened a few years ago, dog fighting has gotten a bad rap. Well that’s cause it should. Dog fighting is terrible. Dogs should not be fighting each other for sport or for gambling or for the entertainment of shkeezy assholes; Dogs should be fighting you! For dominance! For steak! And most importantly, for the right to pee on the couch!!!

So let’s all agree that “dog wrestling” is NOT “dog fighting”. It is good, playful fun, and I am a genius. Agreed? Agreed!

Objective: Pin your dog for a count of 3!

Here are the ground rules:

1. You must wrestle your own dog. Don’t go around wrestling other people’s dogs. That’s just weird. When you wrestle you’re own dog, it’s fine, CAUSE IT’S YOUR DOG!

2. Your dog is allowed to do the following:

You are allowed to:

  • use basic grapples

Understand? You need to pin your dog, THAT’S IT!


  • Costumes
  • Wrestling ring
  • Michael Buffer
  • Back stories/plot lines

Now I understand this may still be a bit confusing but just remember this: When you wrestle your dog, there’s a 50-50 chance you’ll win!

Now siiiit. Shaaaake. Fight! Good boy…

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