Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you don’t.

Well, at least Almond Joy and Mounds tend to think so. Personally, i don’t feel like either one. And i refuse to let someone tell me otherwise. Why am i such a grump head about it? Because i can’t stand coconut. I know. There are many of you (two) who are like, "How dare you? I love coconut!" To you i say, go eat a box of Hostess Sno Balls and throw up all over yourself. I mean, honestly, is there really a need to put coconut in and on everything? It’s used for grass on Easter cakes. (A perfectly good cake. Ruined.) It’s used in drinks. It’s used by shrinks. It’s used to make you throw up in your sink. It’s awful. It's coconut.

But you know what’s not awful? Doing an Almond Joy commercial that is going to be played in Wal-Mart. That’s right. Big time. Wal-Mart will be airing these commercials in their stores during the month of June. Check it out. I’m in this one, and The Leadership Camp is in this one. Pretty much, they stopped us on the street and were like, "You wanna be in this commercial for twenty bucks?" So even though i pleaded with them that i am worth way more than twenty bucks and could possibly be one of the greatest actors of this century, i took the $20 and acted like a cheeseball. Who says pride doesn’t have a price? It does. Twenty bucks.

So that’s the latest. I’m a nut sometimes. Sometimes i’m not. Woo hoo. Crazy. Nuts. In the meantime, I will continue my fight against coconut. Until the opportunity arises again to make a few bones. Then i will act like a nut once more, all in the name of coconut candy. But i won’t eat those Easter cakes covered in coconut grass. No, sir, i won’t do that. But i will watch my friend Cory Cavin sing Keith Green’s "Easter Song" early on Easter morning over and over. Because you know what, it's funny, and i like funny. But not coconut. That’s not funny. That’s gross.

A great philosopher once said, "Guess who's back? Back again? Shaddy's back. Tell a friend. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back nuh na nuh." Did i say philosopher? I meant rapper. Eminiem. Did i say rapper? i meant candy. M & M's. MMmmmmm good.

So yeah, i'm back. It's been forever i know, oh, you mean you didn't even notice? Fair enough. For those of you that did notice (and i know who noticed and rewarded them with a small token of my appreciation…like M&M mini's. Man those things are great, but not as great as regular M&M's because clearly you get more) I have been busy. Very busy. Playoff games, celebrating my roommates and girlfriend Jay's birthday (who, yes is a girl, and yes had the article she wrote published in Daily Candy, not M&M candy, the company she works for that is an email publication that covers trends, and what's hot and what's not…which works, because she is hot…and if i see anyone looking at her i will fight you. And i am one bad mother.  I'm serious. Hey! Quit looking. Don't even talk to her. Oh yeah, and while we're talking about it, i don't want her having any friends but me. Or going out of the house! It's tough being such an unbelievable boyfriend).

But tonight, I am going to be busy celebrating something else. My friend Laura Loving, artist extraordinaire, has an art show tonight. She is kicking off her art gallery with a party tonight. So if you like art, wine and fellowship, check it out. (gotta love hyper links) If you don't, check this out. And if you don't like that, check this out (Ah hah! back to where you started).

So that's about it, art shows, Devil's games, celebrating birthdays, and fighting people. Yup. I'm hardcore. And very masculine. Which is why i would definitely not want to mess with me. So what i go to art shows, wear a costume for a living, and like M&M mini's. I also like lifting weights, punching stuff, and crushing coke cans i see on the street with my face. And making videos like the Falcon, that is on Funny or Die, which you should click on and vote funny. Seriously, vote funny. I'm watching. You know who else is watching? Santa. Need i say more?