It wasn’t! It was a normal size! But I started crying in the damn store reading it, because it was perfect and I love my mom so much, so I guess it was well worth the $7.
I have some missing synapse or loose ganglion or something that makes me tear up over non-comedic greeting cards. It doesn’t matter what the occasion is. Even buying them in a language that neither I nor my nor the receiver reads or speaks doesn’t help because I can always figure out just a little bit of it. What is wrong with me?
wow…. that tandem phone call was expertly timed and choreographed. I wonder how many takes that took. Just kidding, Im sure it was just one cause you guys are PROS.
My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer about two months ago. She had a mastectomy to remove a tumor in her left breast.
She’s been going through chemo and her hair started falling out. My wife is a hairstylist, so last Friday we came over to cut my mom’s hair in the kitchen. Mom sat down on the chair as my wife plugged in her clippers.“Tell me something funny, please” my mom said to me. I held her hand and said something lame but she laughed anyway. I kept talking to her and soon her hair was all gone. She looked like my grandfather without it. Her eyes were kind and sad and she still looked beautiful.
She then showed us her wig and the scarves she had bought to wear around the house. She had me take pictures as she modeled each one so she could e-mail to her family (She can’t be bother with Facebook). She thanked me and my wife for coming over and hugged me real tight before I left.
Werttrew, I’m sending good thoughts to you so hard. My mother had stage 3 breast cancer, and I will never forget the day her hair started falling out. I’ll also never forget the day she realized it was growing back in… I can’t wait until you get to that day, too! And you will!
I’m so sorry to hear that your mom has to go through that, but she sounds like she’s an awesome lady. I am beaming you and your mom hugs through the internet and I’m gonna go hug my mom twice. <3
So sorry to hear about your mom. My mom just finished going through chemo for breast cancer, but has a year of radiation left, plus drugs. I helped her cut her hair when it first started falling out, too, and now it’s beginning to grow back, though it’s still sparse and wispy. I wish your mom (and you) all the best during this difficult time, and I hope she makes an excellent recovery.
I’m giving my mom socks for Mother’s Day, and I’m not even kidding. I bought them yesterday for myself, and didn’t realize they were size small until I got home (and almost opened them all the way!). But they’re blister-free running/walking socks, so it’s still a thoughtful gift.
My mom is the BEST. Ever wonder why I mention her so much in my comments? Because she’s THE BEST. She loves daffodils and cinnamon and choral music and cats and me. And her favorite band is Alice In Chains. BECAUSE SHE’S AWESOME.
Just for the sake of sharing, no one-upping implied, my mom still really wants to understand what a blog is, even though I’ve explained it to her at least a half-dozen times. 6 times.
She’s in her mid-50′s and runs marathons and does triathlons (as older people do because patience) and rides horses and is undefeated at ping-pong.
She passed the bar exam in Connecticut, had kids, worked at a gym and taught aerobics and yoga, weaved and sold baskets for 5 summers (getting whipped by wet reeds SUCKs when all you’re trying to do is watch television, and adding insult to injury, always getting asked what’s happening on whatever program is on “Well, maybe if you weren’t weaving baskets in my FACE, you’d know what was happening, Mom!”) and now works as a realtor.
Up until recently she’s been asking me personal questions about my finances on my facebook wall until I told her to stop doing that.
So, this is going to be a downer, but I apologize ahead of time. SPOILER ALERT: DOWNER TIME.
My mother died ten years and five days ago. It sucks because, you know, first of all, moms dying sucks, but on top of that, the anniversary is always about a week before Mother’s Day. I remember the day she died, I went to a grocery store to pick up something, and the cashier said “Happy Mother’s Day” to me right as I was leaving. It was one of those moments where I had been on autopilot, dealing with a stranger in public, not thinking about anything. But as she said it, it was given a harsh blow of reality, a reminder of my grief. I mean it physically felt like a punch to the stomach.
So every year I think about that when Mother’s Day comes around. And every year I can’t seem to avoid small talk in offices, or social functions, or whatever, where people mention Mother’s Day and ask me about “what I’m doing for Mother’s Day” and it’s always an awkward conversation. This thread is great and I’m glad that everyone is so grateful and appreciative of their mothers. I just can’t help but feel awful reading it though. It feels like that day in the checkout line.
(And wertrew I hope your mom makes a speedy recovery. I can sympathize with what you’re going through. Also, I feel like I’m ripping you off by making another super-serious-mom-related-comment. It was my reaction to the thread, honestly. I guess moms are just serious business.)
Um, sorry so serious. Right now I feel like I should just erase this comment, but whatever, CLICK!
Lemonne, you should never feel like you have apologize for talking about your Mom or for missing her. I’m sorry that you have to go through this and I hope that this weekend isn’t too hard for you.
Aw, thanks rb. It’s been ten years so I’m as much “over it” as I can be, if “over it” means not drinking myself into a crying stupor. You never really get over it, but it gets easier.
Sorry I’m two human days and six hundred Internet days late with this, but I just wanted to say that my heart goes out to you, lemonne. My mom died when I was 8 and you’re totally right in saying that you’re never “over it,” but time does help a little. And even now, 21 years later, Mother’s Day still sucks (though not as much as when my birthday or her birthday come around).
However, I used to be sort of consumed by bitterness on Mother’s Day (it just seems so IN YOUR FACE, you know? Like, relax, Kay Jewelers) but then I learned that the woman who started Mother’s Day in the U.S., Anna Jarvis, did so AFTER her mother had died, because she wanted to honor her mother’s memory. (Granted, once the holiday became super commercialized, Jarvis spent the rest of her life railing against it and saying how regretful she was that she started it, but still!) I always derive some comfort from that whenever I find myself getting envious of people with living moms on Mother’s Day. Because the holiday might not be here, really, if it weren’t for the pain of losing a mom, you know? And that’s a specific kind of pain that you and I have in common with the person who started the holiday, which in a way makes us MORE tied to it than others, if you want to think about it that way (which I do sometimes, because otherwise I feel so completely left out and alone on this day every year).
I don’t know if that helps at all, but it makes me feel slightly less alone this time of year. Solidarity, Internet Friend. May this Mother’s Day be not-too-painful for you.
There is indeed nothing more annoying than to be, for instance, wealthy, of good family, nice looking, fairly intelligent, and even good natured, and yet to have no talents, no special faculty, no peculiarity even, not one idea of one’s own, to be precisely “like other people.” To have a pleasing appearance expressive of nothing in particular; to have a decent education, but to have no idea what use to make of it; to have intelligence, but no ideas of ones own; to have a good heart but without any greatness of soul; and so on and so on. There is an extraordinary multitude of such people in the world, far more than appears. Nothing is easier for ordinary people of limited intelligence than to imagine themselves exceptional and original and to revel in that delusion without the slightest misgiving. Some men have only to feel the faintest stirring of some kindly and humanitarian emotion to persuade themselves at once that no one feels as they do, that they stand in the foremost rank of culture. Some have only to meet with some idea or hearsay, or to read some stray page, to believe at once that it is their own opinion and has sprung spontaneously from their own brain. The impudence of simplicity, if one may so express it, is amazing in such cases. It is almost incredible, but yet often to be met with. This impudence of simplicity, this unhesitating confidence of the stupid man in himself and his talents…
aw, you sound like you don’t have a job or any hobbies that are particularly rewarding to you. that sucks, dude. hopefully someday you’ll find your path in life and can get out of this funk you seem to be in.
For the record, it’s a quote from Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot. So, Beboop is criticizing (?) Gabe’s (?) failure to have his own ideas (?) by cutting and pasting a paragraph from a century-old novel. You knocked this one out of the park, Beboop.
This is the only comment that didn’t actually talk about how bad Dostoyevsky is so ill just try to clarify what I meant since lemonne is pretty spot on in reference to myself trying to make a point using 19th century literature. More or less I was trying to get across (admittedly very weakly) that as an avid videogum viewer, its really been getting to me that, supposing there was a hypothetical metavideogum, I think gabes own personal videos would get ripped apart by metagabe as being at best mediocre composites of comedy and character types we’ve all seen over done. Maybe not this video in particular, but most of the Gabe and Max ones. I guess all I was trying to relate that passage to was the idea that Gabe’s a really witty criticizer of other peoples work but I don’t think Gabes wittiness extends much beyond that. And in my defense, criticizing Gabe’s comedy as a lack of anything original using a quote by Dostoevsky was really just a poor attempt to encapsulate what I was thinking at the time.
Also this site is slowly progressing into a personality cult of sorts and I think by and large its become more groupthinkgum over the years than much of anything else
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, tomorrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.
Welcome to the Videogum commenter community. Just to confirm for our records, is aldkjadlfj@gmail.com your personal email address or work email address?
“Having trouble relating to your mom? Take a tip from the boys and work through your matriarchal issues using slam poetry.”
I don’t think the person writing this description actually watched the video. Also, I don’t think Gabe liked summer camp. Also, I think beboop is probably an asshole.
b) This one would have made laugh out loud (LOL) except trying to work in bullpen environment, so instead had to cover mouth and cause my eyes to water. I think it was the reaction shots. Well done.
c) The comments on this post are lovely. Lovely enough to reset my password to tell y’all what a great group of commenters y’all are. The best!
I’m a day late getting to this one, but this whole thread made me cry. At work. Openly. It’s actually sort of awkward. I’m gonna call mom right now and tell her I love her.
After watching Death Sentence, a terrible movie starring Kevin Bacon as a father in search of vigilante justice directed by Saw's James Wan, Gabe embarked on The Hunt For The Worst Movie of All Time. This is his sad journey.
I sincerely hope Birdie calls Gabe on this very special day…
This and John Roberts’ “My Son is Gay” are going in my Mother’s Day email.
That’s right, MOTHER’S DAY EMAIL. I spare no expense.
I just bought a Mother’s Day card and it was $6.79 AND required an extra stamp! I was pissed as hell. But love you, Mama!!!
I hope it was one of those giant ones.
It wasn’t! It was a normal size! But I started crying in the damn store reading it, because it was perfect and I love my mom so much, so I guess it was well worth the $7.
I have some missing synapse or loose ganglion or something that makes me tear up over non-comedic greeting cards. It doesn’t matter what the occasion is. Even buying them in a language that neither I nor my nor the receiver reads or speaks doesn’t help because I can always figure out just a little bit of it. What is wrong with me?
My stomach dropped a long way when I saw this.. but then I remembered Mother’s Day in the UK was like 2 months ago. PHEW!
Right, and it has that creepy Mothering Day name, doesn’t it? s’Mothering.
Actually, it’s lorrie day.
More poetry from Max, please.
Both poems were simply delightful
And delightfully simple.
wow…. that tandem phone call was expertly timed and choreographed. I wonder how many takes that took. Just kidding, Im sure it was just one cause you guys are PROS.
I FEEL for Lynn. I’m glad my son is more like Max.
Now think about your mom. I wanna meet that mom.
Taco night was always the best night.
Especially if there were some muthafuckin’ SOFT TORTILLAS invited to the party!
You can always tell they have more content when they cut off the awesome intro song waaay short
oh right. mom’s day is soon. THAT’S what those hints were all about. well, she’s getting a card. don’t ruin the surprise.
It’s so true – moms come in all different shapes and sizes, but they are all great!
My mom’s name is Lynn too! (Never ask a woman her name! I know! I know!) Gabe and I must be twins! Biology!
My mom’s Middle Name is Lynn! That’s almost the same thing!
Same with me! Guess we’re the same person, but don’t know it.
And me. This is turning into TwilightZonegum.
OMG! My mom’s name is not Lynn!! What a coincidence!
My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer about two months ago. She had a mastectomy to remove a tumor in her left breast.
She’s been going through chemo and her hair started falling out. My wife is a hairstylist, so last Friday we came over to cut my mom’s hair in the kitchen. Mom sat down on the chair as my wife plugged in her clippers.“Tell me something funny, please” my mom said to me. I held her hand and said something lame but she laughed anyway. I kept talking to her and soon her hair was all gone. She looked like my grandfather without it. Her eyes were kind and sad and she still looked beautiful.
She then showed us her wig and the scarves she had bought to wear around the house. She had me take pictures as she modeled each one so she could e-mail to her family (She can’t be bother with Facebook). She thanked me and my wife for coming over and hugged me real tight before I left.
Love you, mom.
oh, werttrew. so sorry to hear about your mom. i hope everything goes well for her, and for you too.
Love to your mom too werttrew, she’s in my thoughts and prayers (I have a heavy prayer card today!)
We are with you Wert
I’ll be thinkining of her too. You all take care of each other. Lots of love for everyone today.
Werttrew, I’m sending good thoughts to you so hard. My mother had stage 3 breast cancer, and I will never forget the day her hair started falling out. I’ll also never forget the day she realized it was growing back in… I can’t wait until you get to that day, too! And you will!
I kept waiting for the part of this to laugh at, but instead I’m crying. Get well soon, werttrew’s mom!
My heart goes out to your mom and your family, werttrew. That sounded like a very important day you spent with your mom. One for the books.
I’m so sorry to hear that your mom has to go through that, but she sounds like she’s an awesome lady. I am beaming you and your mom hugs through the internet and I’m gonna go hug my mom twice. <3
So sorry to hear about your mom. My mom just finished going through chemo for breast cancer, but has a year of radiation left, plus drugs. I helped her cut her hair when it first started falling out, too, and now it’s beginning to grow back, though it’s still sparse and wispy. I wish your mom (and you) all the best during this difficult time, and I hope she makes an excellent recovery.
I’m giving my mom socks for Mother’s Day, and I’m not even kidding. I bought them yesterday for myself, and didn’t realize they were size small until I got home (and almost opened them all the way!). But they’re blister-free running/walking socks, so it’s still a thoughtful gift.
my mom can beat up your mom
When?
my honor student could beat up your mom
My Father’s name is Harvey, which I thought was the best name, until I heard the name Herb.
But this isn’t about them, Happy Mother’s Day!
Harvey? What kind of name is Harvey?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaGgk7A_-2k
My mom is the BEST. Ever wonder why I mention her so much in my comments? Because she’s THE BEST. She loves daffodils and cinnamon and choral music and cats and me. And her favorite band is Alice In Chains. BECAUSE SHE’S AWESOME.
Just for the sake of sharing, no one-upping implied, my mom still really wants to understand what a blog is, even though I’ve explained it to her at least a half-dozen times. 6 times.
She’s in her mid-50′s and runs marathons and does triathlons (as older people do because patience) and rides horses and is undefeated at ping-pong.
She passed the bar exam in Connecticut, had kids, worked at a gym and taught aerobics and yoga, weaved and sold baskets for 5 summers (getting whipped by wet reeds SUCKs when all you’re trying to do is watch television, and adding insult to injury, always getting asked what’s happening on whatever program is on “Well, maybe if you weren’t weaving baskets in my FACE, you’d know what was happening, Mom!”) and now works as a realtor.
Up until recently she’s been asking me personal questions about my finances on my facebook wall until I told her to stop doing that.
I love this
Well, have you paid the electric bill yet this month??? Inquiring minds want to know!
Every time there’s a Gabe & Max video, it just reminds me how much I want to be dating Gabe and/or Max.
Mostly Max.
Actually, mostly both of them.
You can have Max and I’ll take Gabe. On alternating weekends we can swap. Or foursome. Whatever works.
TAKE PICS FOR THE GABE GROUP (lol JK GROSS)
I’m thirty-five so I’m a cougar for Max but a hot young lady for Gabe. BWAAAHAAAAHAAAAA
So, this is going to be a downer, but I apologize ahead of time. SPOILER ALERT: DOWNER TIME.
My mother died ten years and five days ago. It sucks because, you know, first of all, moms dying sucks, but on top of that, the anniversary is always about a week before Mother’s Day. I remember the day she died, I went to a grocery store to pick up something, and the cashier said “Happy Mother’s Day” to me right as I was leaving. It was one of those moments where I had been on autopilot, dealing with a stranger in public, not thinking about anything. But as she said it, it was given a harsh blow of reality, a reminder of my grief. I mean it physically felt like a punch to the stomach.
So every year I think about that when Mother’s Day comes around. And every year I can’t seem to avoid small talk in offices, or social functions, or whatever, where people mention Mother’s Day and ask me about “what I’m doing for Mother’s Day” and it’s always an awkward conversation. This thread is great and I’m glad that everyone is so grateful and appreciative of their mothers. I just can’t help but feel awful reading it though. It feels like that day in the checkout line.
(And wertrew I hope your mom makes a speedy recovery. I can sympathize with what you’re going through. Also, I feel like I’m ripping you off by making another super-serious-mom-related-comment. It was my reaction to the thread, honestly. I guess moms are just serious business.)
Um, sorry so serious. Right now I feel like I should just erase this comment, but whatever, CLICK!
Lemonne, you should never feel like you have apologize for talking about your Mom or for missing her. I’m sorry that you have to go through this and I hope that this weekend isn’t too hard for you.
Aw, thanks rb. It’s been ten years so I’m as much “over it” as I can be, if “over it” means not drinking myself into a crying stupor. You never really get over it, but it gets easier.
Mom Love never goes away…. as I have so learned.
I’m sorry to hear that. Stay strong.
Out of all the CLICKs in all the ‘gum, this was one of the best.
Sorry I’m two human days and six hundred Internet days late with this, but I just wanted to say that my heart goes out to you, lemonne. My mom died when I was 8 and you’re totally right in saying that you’re never “over it,” but time does help a little. And even now, 21 years later, Mother’s Day still sucks (though not as much as when my birthday or her birthday come around).
However, I used to be sort of consumed by bitterness on Mother’s Day (it just seems so IN YOUR FACE, you know? Like, relax, Kay Jewelers) but then I learned that the woman who started Mother’s Day in the U.S., Anna Jarvis, did so AFTER her mother had died, because she wanted to honor her mother’s memory. (Granted, once the holiday became super commercialized, Jarvis spent the rest of her life railing against it and saying how regretful she was that she started it, but still!) I always derive some comfort from that whenever I find myself getting envious of people with living moms on Mother’s Day. Because the holiday might not be here, really, if it weren’t for the pain of losing a mom, you know? And that’s a specific kind of pain that you and I have in common with the person who started the holiday, which in a way makes us MORE tied to it than others, if you want to think about it that way (which I do sometimes, because otherwise I feel so completely left out and alone on this day every year).
I don’t know if that helps at all, but it makes me feel slightly less alone this time of year. Solidarity, Internet Friend. May this Mother’s Day be not-too-painful for you.
Communalsupportgum is my favorite type of gum. You guys are awesome.
I love how this commenting community is so loving! Everybody is wonderful!
You spoke too soon.
Aww, I jinxed it. Blerg!
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There is absolutely no meaning in this paragraph. Please, explain what you mean, because all I’m getting from this is “Gabe is dumb.”
This sounds like it was written by and about a grad student.
aw, you sound like you don’t have a job or any hobbies that are particularly rewarding to you. that sucks, dude. hopefully someday you’ll find your path in life and can get out of this funk you seem to be in.
This sounds like Darth Vader before Luke saves him.
For the record, it’s a quote from Dostoyevsky’s The Idiot. So, Beboop is criticizing (?) Gabe’s (?) failure to have his own ideas (?) by cutting and pasting a paragraph from a century-old novel. You knocked this one out of the park, Beboop.
This is the only comment that didn’t actually talk about how bad Dostoyevsky is so ill just try to clarify what I meant since lemonne is pretty spot on in reference to myself trying to make a point using 19th century literature. More or less I was trying to get across (admittedly very weakly) that as an avid videogum viewer, its really been getting to me that, supposing there was a hypothetical metavideogum, I think gabes own personal videos would get ripped apart by metagabe as being at best mediocre composites of comedy and character types we’ve all seen over done. Maybe not this video in particular, but most of the Gabe and Max ones. I guess all I was trying to relate that passage to was the idea that Gabe’s a really witty criticizer of other peoples work but I don’t think Gabes wittiness extends much beyond that. And in my defense, criticizing Gabe’s comedy as a lack of anything original using a quote by Dostoevsky was really just a poor attempt to encapsulate what I was thinking at the time.
Also this site is slowly progressing into a personality cult of sorts and I think by and large its become more groupthinkgum over the years than much of anything else
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, tomorrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.
I see what you did there, ramnam.
Hi Beboop!
Welcome to the Videogum commenter community. Just to confirm for our records, is aldkjadlfj@gmail.com your personal email address or work email address?
Thanks!
G.
Well thanks Gabe, but actually why don’t you release my boopbe email address instead, its really the best way to reach me.
buenosueno- is that you?
“Having trouble relating to your mom? Take a tip from the boys and work through your matriarchal issues using slam poetry.”
I don’t think the person writing this description actually watched the video. Also, I don’t think Gabe liked summer camp. Also, I think beboop is probably an asshole.
a) Gabe & Max videos always make me laugh.
b) This one would have made laugh out loud (LOL) except trying to work in bullpen environment, so instead had to cover mouth and cause my eyes to water. I think it was the reaction shots. Well done.
c) The comments on this post are lovely. Lovely enough to reset my password to tell y’all what a great group of commenters y’all are. The best!
I’m a day late getting to this one, but this whole thread made me cry. At work. Openly. It’s actually sort of awkward. I’m gonna call mom right now and tell her I love her.
she didn’t answer.
you’ll always have chaka khan.