Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Ernie & Bert's dark side.

Remember the Christmas gift I got for Baby Grace that scared her? You gotta read this post before you go any further - it's hilarious. Her reaction absolutely threw me for a loop. Luckily I had another gift I knew she'd love - her talking Elmo. And she adores it.

So last night I spent Valentine's Day with the McCann-Glover's and Jay & Susie and their children. The kids were pouring through the toy box, pretty much emptying it out, save for a few items.

Notice one of the only items left in the toy box? The Ernie & Bert talking head that frightened Baby Grace at Christmas.

Donovan and I almost shit. If this is a long-lasting thing, I wonder if Sesame Street will pay for counseling?


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Sunday, December 21, 2008

Uhhh...I think Sesame Street has some 'splaining to do, por fa fucking vor!

I gave Baby Grace her Christmas presents last night. One was a small Elmo doll she loves (she can't have enough Elmo dolls). The other one was a round, ball-like toy with Ernie's face on one side and Bert's face on another. You squeeze their mouths and they talk and the ball shakes.











Grace loves Sesame Street. Nino Jeff loves Sesame Street. Grace loves Ernie and Bert. So does Nino Jeff. So I gave her the above toy first. She freaked. What the fuck?! I have it on videotape. Though we laughed, I still don't get it.

So now Sesame Street is on my shit list. I know I bought the toy, and maybe I can't blame Sesame Street because each kid is going to react differently. But Grace loves Ernie and Bert. I don't understand it. Perhaps she'll warm up to it later...after she's been untraumatized.

I assume the wonderful folks at Sesame Street test their products. Grace couldn't be the only child to spaz out upon seeing this toy. I mean shit - I could've just gotten her this...with the same results:

And I could've taken it home and kept it myself - shown my roommate's kid what happens to 7-year-olds who aren't "seen and not heard".


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