This video comes from the podcast I work on every night for BestWeekEver.tv. One of our talent and good budrow, Craig Rowin , decided he wanted to spice his night up with an early 90's back-up singer. The challenge was presented, and  I accepted the challenge. Here is my cameo for the Best Night Ever podcast. 

It's also posted in the media gallery .

Here is lynn lynn's latest video. It's called the Recession Session . Our god friend Eric Phillips-Horst from meerkatmedia filmed this one for us and did a superb job. Enjoy Cory's passion for saving energy. He goes a little too far. You can also check it out in the media gallery .

This is the newest Lynn Lynn video, Technical Difficulties. I'm not gonna lie, this video took A LOT of work. There were so many layers of graphics and details to put this little 4 min short together. Much props to Cory for editing that beast. And of course excellent job from our good pal Craig Rowin who features in it. So enjoy the short and tell us what you think by voting funny. I'm watching you. Don't you dare vote die. Click the link, or go to my media gallery and watch from there.

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/1847f48204

Cory and I just made a video in honor of Will Smith. I will say you may never see Will Smith like this again. Ever.

Busy, busy, busy. As a bee some would say (and who works harder than a bee? not nobody, not no how!) What has this ol' bee been doin'? Well for you joshlay.com faithful…eh I mean sporadic viewers, you would know by my calendar what I have been dabbling in.

For starters, the website I work for, bestweekever.tv, just won it's second Webby award. What's a Webby award? Well, it's basically like an Oscar for the Internet. The podcast I help produce "Best Night Ever" was an honorary nominee. In our podcast category there were only fifteen selected…out of the entire Internet! In other words, I'm a huge deal (obviously your definition of huge would affect that statement). One of our bwe.tv writers Michelle Collins wrote a wrap up of the evening. So check it out. Let's just say, I came to a revelation of what will happen to me in 20lbs and a rap album later. I'm serious folks.

Speaking of checking out, Cory and I did a few bits for this show that was composed of various artists to get buzz about a new performance space opening up. The name of the evening was Space Party. So, needless to say Cory and I put together a video about a Space Party. A literal party in space.

So there you have it, the nectar of my labor. Won some awards, performed in some shows, and partied in space. Some would say my wings are worn out. Of course this "some" would be a species of talking bee. Now that is something that would really be tiring. Can you imagine? A whole colony of bees chatting amongst themselves. That would be "bee-diculous". That's right, I went there.

First and foremost, happy May Day! That's right, it's time to gather around the maypole and celebrate our social and economic achievements. Of course, seeing how the economy is in the crapper, May Day has never felt so solemn. But fear not because ol' W is givin' us all free money! Woohoo! Now I can just pump it back into the economy and get ridiculously taxed on it! Can't wait.

Speaking of ol' W, I think that with all the presidential campaigning going on you should check out my interview with the Presidents of the United States of America. No, not the actual U.S. presidents (most of them are in the big prosperous economy in the sky), the band. Ya know, "Peaches"? "Lump"? Anyone? Anyway, I figured I would test their knowledge of the presidential candidates. I'm not gonna lie; they were a bit wacky. But then again, so are the candidates. So check it out.

And if you haven't noticed already, I've updated the videos section of my media gallery. In other words, watch them and love them. C'mon, folks, it's May Day! If you don't love them, I will personally give each of you a portion of my economic stimulus check. And since there are only seven of you reading, I should come out okay. Now excuse me while I join in on the cheer and laughter of the maypole! Wait, did I say laughter? I meant sorrows. Economic and social sorrows. [Cue R.E.M.'s "Everybody Hurts."]

The theme song for The Jeffersons, "Moving on Up," never rang more true for me than this past month. I'm not gonna lie; it was a busy February. So busy that my mind couldn't comprehend writing a post on my own website. You may call it laziness; I call it leaving you thirsty for more. And by thirsty, I mean dehydrated because it has been forever. Okay, I am lazy.

So I got to do some cool stuff in February. Did I just say cool? Do people even say that anymore? Nobody knows. Well, somebody knows, and that somebody would probably be Bill Nye the Science Guy. He knows everything. And I got to interview him. I also got to interview performance legend — that's right, legend — Marie Osmond and the old Crocodile Hunter's widow, Terri Irwin (that was a weird sentence, but there's no unawkward way to introduce her). What was I doing high-browing with the celebs, you ask? Well, I went to the annual Toy Fair at The Javits Center in NYC for BestWeekEver.tv. Check it out here.

It was out of control. Gone are the days of making your own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sewer out of Pringles cans and shoeboxes (give me a break, I'm from South Knoxville). Now kids can play chess against phantoms. Insane. But not nearly as insane as my new apartment. That's right, loyal JoshLay.com readers … anybody? Anybody? Bueller? I have moved! No more elevators filled with human waste, no more drug dealers, only paradise. A paradise filled with a dishwasher, washer and dryer (in the very apartment mind you), microwave, hardwood floors, and carpeted bedrooms (when you live in a concrete jungle, carpeting is a luxury, my friends).

So that is all. That was my February. Moving on up. Socially, economically, and physically. Not quite financially or health beniftsy, but a good move nonetheless. Does mingling with the upper class and moving to a nice apartment make me special? Absolutely not. Does it bring a smile to my face and a warm fuzzy to my heart? Absolutely. "I finally got a piece of that pie." Sorta. Not really.

It's been ages. New Year's has come and gone, the Super Bowl is around the corner, and Valentine's Day is waiting in the wings. Am I a slacker? Yes. Have my fans been dying for updates and perhaps going through withdrawal? Well, if by "fans" you mean my mom and dad and by "dying for updates" you mean casually checking the Web to see what their son is doing, then yes. But fear not, I am back, and I have some fun stuff to share.

Lately I have been busy being creative. As we all know, on New Year's we like to throw out some resolutions only to find we are doing the same ol' same ol' the very next week. Well, one of my goals was to try to get my creative juices flowing, and I've actually been doing that. It's been a busy month but a good one. I wrote a post for BestWeekEver.tv called "The Top Reason's Why We Want the Patriots to Lose." And though I wrote it last week, it still holds true for two more weeks, so check it out.

Also, last weekend I went to Orlando for the National Mascot Competition. I figured that while I was there, I might as well put a piece together for work. Work agreed, and the kind people at Varsity allowed me to do it. I myself came in second in this same competition a few years back, but as we all know, second is the first loser. So I was ready to see which mascot would come out on top.

While I was in Orlando—Disney World, to be exact—I saw some pretty interesting things. Like: grown men fighting over the Giants/Packers game in the All-Star Sports Resort cafeteria. A literal fight, folks. With moms and children crying and old Disney security escorting them out. Truly magical. Afterward, out by the pool, I turned to one of the guys involved in the fight and said, "It's pretty crazy in there." He replied in a thick New York accent, "That guy's f**kin' cruisin' for one!" And that would have sounded really tough and scary if the man hadn't been holding a Lilo & Stich hat. You can't be intimidating if you have just been had by ol' Walt by spending $35 on a plush hat your kid will wear only once.

So that's about it. Orlando, writing, and riding Expedition Everest three times in row in 40 degree weather. Oh, yeah, that was something else I did. Roller coasters are all good and great the first time you ride them. After that you just want to hurl on someone. Which I saw someone do on the bus the other day. Disgusting. So sorry for the long post (Mom and Dad). I will keep you posted more often. Until then, don't get hit by Cupid's arrow. Or any arrow for that matter. That's really dangerous.

"That's a wrap!" And no, I'm not talking about the pathetic self-wrapping job you did on that regifted present. I'm talking about Christmas. Gone as quickly as it came. The tree is brown, the carols are dated, and return lines are spilling out onto the streets (I mean, who really wants a neon green and aqua-colored Windbreaker jumpsuit? Not me). So now what? I guess it's time to take down the nativity scenes with the white baby Jesus and get ready for the New Year.

Being at home for Christmas (you can see my documented trip on my tumblr blog ) gave me a chance to refocus and get ready for the New Year. It was great seeing everybody and spending time with my family. Although I am living in a completely different world than Knoxville (or even the South for that matter), it's nice to come home and know that the love that has always been there has not changed. If anything, the love and bond that I share with my family has gotten even stronger. Even when we don't see eye to eye on things, we are able to listen to each other and try to understand what the other is saying. I think that that's a lesson that both of the worlds I've lived in (South and North) can heed.

I'm not gonna lie, living in the city puts a lot of pressure on New Years Eve. There are a million parties to go to, not to mention the ball drop in Times Square (which, by the way, is a nightmare, because to get a good spot you have to get there at like 8 a.m. and watch drunk people wee on the floor and the people around them). I'm serious, folks, people will relieve themselves wherever they're standing because there is nowhere else to go. Sounds real fun. Standing in other people's urine. If I wanted that, I would just go to the Tennessee Valley Fair . Oh, and forget about going to a restaurant. Every one either has a cover or a $150 prix fixe price (and that's cheap). It's ridiculous! I think I'll just go to a friend's house, cook some steaks, and celebrate New Years in the comfort of my own home. And by my own home, I mean my friend's home, so I can mooch his food. 'Tis the season.

So whatever you decide to do, my advice is this: Don't wee on the ones you love, and don't buy your nephews neon green and aqua Windbreaker jumpsuits. They will never like them. Also, listen to what others have to say. Jews, Christians, Wiccans, pagans, and scientologists alike. You don't have to live your life by what they are saying, but if you expect to be heard, listen to them so you can try to understand where they are coming from. And if you really want to argue that badly, participate in a CageMatch , where Jewish improvisors compete against Christian improvisors in two 30-minute sets. I performed in this show last night at the UCB , and the Christians won by a vote of 72-60. See, Christ is the answer. Although, he was Jewish, so technically he was on both teams. There he goes again, revolutionizing stuff. Too bad he hasn't revolutionized the nativity scene industries that make him Caucasian; that's a whole other battle. Happy New Year!

And that’s a wrap. No, I’m not talking about the writer and stagehand strikes, I’m talking about Thanksgiving. Gone as quickly as it came. Or at least as quickly as the land was taken away from the Indians by the white man. Gone. We throw a parade, eat some turkey, watch some football, and then it's over. On to playing the Christmas albums, decking the halls, and wearing our gaudiest sweatshirts with little bells and cats in Santa Claus hats. Ah, yes, 'tis the season.

This year was the first time in my entire life that I wasn't at home for Thanksgiving. Although I missed my friends and family and, of course, the traditional Fantasy of Trees, it was nice being able to just relax and enjoy the city. And by relax, I mean muster up the willpower to face the hoards of tourist at the annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I'm not gonna lie, it's better on TV than it is live. Because unless you hit the streets at like 4:30 a.m., you won't get a good enough spot to be in on the action. And if you were able to be a part of the action, that meant you had already been standing for five hours only to watch a baker's dozen of balloons and pep bands slowly float by. Trust me, it's more exciting on television.

So by now you're probably thinking that I'm a scrooge. And to you I say, "Bah, humbug!" So the parade wasn't that exciting. Sue me. You know what was exciting? Seeing my Tennessee Vols come down to my neck of the buildings and play basketball at the Prudential Center. Yeah, I was there. We beat West Virginia but got smoked by Texas. Oh, well, what can ya do? I'll tell you what you can do: check out another blog I started at http://www.joshlay.tumblr.com/. Fear not, I'm still going to be updating this blog, but with my other one, I can quickly throw up random pictures and whatnot. I also posted some Thanksgiving pictures on there that you should check out. Seriously. I'll know if you have or not. And if you haven't, I'll tell Santa. Once Santa knows, you won't get anything for Xmas but a bag of coal. And no one wants a bag of coal. No one. Except maybe a talking grill. He would definitely want coal. And perhaps his own TV show. And if the writer's strike doesn't end, he might get his wish.