The Ten Worst Valentine’s Day Candy Messages

Yes, I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but I traditionally post this list the day after and enjoy all the fun additional suggestions in the comments from readers. Feel free to add your ideas below and maybe they’ll make the list next year!

You know those chalky candy hearts that for the better part of a century have been shared on Valentine’s Day? They’re so cute with their little candy inscriptions of “I love you” or “Hugs” or some other nonsense. I imagine though that there were some ideas that didn’t make it.

10. It’s not you, it’s me

9. Not a cold sore

8. Maybe Next Time

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7. Better late than never

6. It’s eczema. Yes, there.  I swear.

5. The Phil Factor

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4. My last test was clean

3. You paying for dinner?

2. Almost divorced

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1. It’s not yours!

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you! One of the things I’m in love with is comments. What are your funny ideas for rejected candy hearts sayings?

I hope you have a great Valentine’s Day! ~Phil

The Doomsday Clock is Ticking…

In case you didn’t know, there are some really depressing scientists who keep a “Doomsday clock” which gauges the human races chance of exterminating ourselves.  If the clock strikes midnight, that means our last days are nigh. About two weeks ago they declared that the Doomsday clock was at 85 seconds until midnight. Hmm… I wonder what they’re worried about. According to ThePhilFactor in 2017, it was at 100 seconds.

What a bunch of gloomy gusses. Their afterwork get togethers must be a drag.

“Hey Marty! Did you see that Trump invaded Greenland against the wishes of everyone else on Earth.”

Marty: Awesome! It’s my turn to update the clock.! If they go nuclear I’m putting it at 75 seconds! (then he rubs his hands together at this joyous news)

It is 85 second until midnight, according to the Doomsday Clock.

That picture above is the happy little group revealing their pride and joy Doomsday clock.  What I wonder is do these people have other jobs? Or, do they grab a martini and sit around their lab waiting for bad news. I know it’s probably a depressing job, but I’m also wondering how they replace a member who died? Will I see that job posting on LinkedIn?  Seriously, how cool would Doomsayer look on my resume! If that doesn’t attract chicks, I don’t know what does. That’s really true, I don’t know what attracts chicks. If my romantic life had a Doomsday clock it would have hit zero already.

The Doomsday gang are referred to as The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists. From AI: Maintained since 1947, the Clock is a proxy mechanism for threats to humanity from unchecked scientific and technological advances. The Clock’s original setting in 1947 was seven minutes to midnight. It has since been set backward eight times and forward 19 times. The farthest time from midnight was 17 minutes in 1991, and the closest is 85 seconds in 2026. That’s all well and good, but I want names. I want to interview one of these clowns to learn more. I want accountability.

There they are! But what are they smiling about?!!? There’s nothing funny about the end of life on the planet. I want some serious mf’ers setting that clock. If you’d like to watch the “Town Hall” regarding the most recent setting of the Doomsday Clock you can find it HEREIt’s 90 minutes long. That must be a fun watch. Why does it take them an hour and a half to say “We’re all going to die!”

I imagine that these were the kids in elementary school who would scream “Were all going to die!” when the fire alarm went off.  But why reveal their life’s depressing work on a boring little college presentation. I wanted to see that during the half-time show in the Super Bowl.  Bad Bunny would finish his life affirming, uniting song and then as he exits this morose little group gets up to a podium and Al Michaels say, “These folks are going to tell us how long the world gets to live.” Then Chris Collinsworth chips in with “That’s right Al, I sure hope the Earth lasts another 90 minutes because we’ve got a barn burner of a game going on tonight!

That’s right! They have a newsletter! I signed up for the newsletter so I’ll know when the Earth is going to end before you do! Should I see if I can get an interview with one of those scientists?

Happy Wednesday! Let’s hope it’s not our last! Especially because I’ve got a couple blog posts ready for the weekend! Thanks for reading! ~Phil

The People at Your Super Bowl Party

We may be going to different Super Bowl parties this weekend, but a lot of the people at our parties will be eerily similar and equally irritating. Read on and see if you can identify these folks at your party this Sunday. If you can’t, you’re probably one of them.

The Gambler: He may know when to hold’em but he doesn’t know when to fold’em or when to shut up. This guy always wants you to know the “over/under” and how much he’s got riding on the game. And he spends most of the game fuming and stomping around every time an officials “b.s.” call threatens to upset the point spread he wants. He usually has a “prop bet” on the coin toss too. Unfortunately if the game doesn’t go his way The Gambler turns into The Belligerent Drunk. That is unless the black lab covers the spread in his bet on The Puppy Bowl.

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This kid is going to live in infamy forever because I keep using this picture every year.

The Referee: This tool has to explain every official ruling on the field as if he’s calculating a quadratic equation. He’ll usually say something like: “Well that was an illegal formation because the half-caff flanker position moved from a three point stance to a two point stance without waiting for a pause in the snap count while the rigamarole motion was ad infinitum. Now normally the refs would let that go but because of the down and distance and clock situation they were forced to call it.” Yeah thanks coach, I can’t imagine why you don’t win your fantasy football league every year.

The Commercial Lover: I hate to stereotype, but this is usually a woman. We all know her. She has no clue about what teams are in the game and often thinks that one teams “costumes are pretty.”  She usually says, “Oh I love the Super Bowl because of the commercials. I heard this year that Doritos and Coca Cola combined  for a commercial where The Pope break dances with a 3-D video of Bad Bunny. Oh wait, wait, wait, QUIET EVERYBODY, I think this is it. SHHHHH…I want to see this one. Did you see that? That was so funny! Oh my god! BEST Super Bowl commercial EVER!” Usually I’m secretly rooting for the drunk, belligerent gambler to spill his beer on her.

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Team Jersey Guy: This guy arrives at the party first and only brings a bag of chips. He grabs a beer and immediately plants his un-athletic physique in the recliner directly across from the television an hour before kick off and won’t leave that seat until the game is over. If you’re the homeowner you might as well just haul that chair out to the curb after the game. You won’t want to keep it.  He doesn’t even get up to get another beer. “Oh, hey, if you’re going out to the kitchen could you grab me a brewski?” Once he’s settled in he’s almost as bad as The Gambler. Team Jersey Guy is also the pleasant guy who tries to wave your children out of the way if they walk in front of the t.v. during the game and you swear his head will explode if one of the kids even mentions switching the channel to The Puppy Bowl.

Contributions From the Peanut Gallery: Because I got several great suggestions in the comments when I posted this before, I’m going to add them here and credit their contributors.

The Phone Clutcher:  Every party has a pooper– and he or she is usually that person whose gaze is on his or her smart phone, more often than it is upon the TV screen. They get noticeably antsy when told to put their phones down, and often can be found in dusty corners hugging the only thing they care about in the room. Why they go to these parties, I have never figured out. This spot on contribution came for Ally of The Spectacled Bean. Go visit her blog. She’s always interesting.

The Grazers: The grazers are the guys who don’t talk or interact with the rest. They just keep filling their plate and wandering around the house with no reason to be there other than the food. This great one is from John Howell of Fiction Favorites. Go visit John, he’s always got some great writing going on.

The Hater: The person who comes for the “party” and doesn’t care about the game, and proceeds to complain about the game the whole time. They’re always trying to get someone to play cards with them or something. This one is from Dr. Meg Sorick who still believes the Steelers got gypped. Her blog deserves a visit because she writes better than she dresses.

If you have any other suggestions for Super Bowl party people please add them in the comments. This list will evolve every year based on your suggestions. Even my friends from other countries can play! Feel free to add suggestions from your experience at football parties of your own.

This year be sure to look for The Phil Factor commercial during the halftime show. If you miss that, feel free to share this to other social media using the buttons below. Have a great weekend! ~ Phil

The Ten Best Super Bowls

It’s “Super Bowl weekend” here in the States and most people will watch the big  game. It occurred to me that while this Bowl is undeniably super, is it the best bowl? There are so many bowls in this world, but which is the best? Here’s my choices:

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Apparently now people are doing this on purpose?!!? When I was a little kid and didn’t have any choice in what my parents did to me, we dreaded the “bowl cut.” It was never a good look, even on a four year old.

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9. The Hollywood Bowl: Since 1922 The Hollywood Bowl has been one of the largest outdoor music venues in the country. The “bowl” refers to the shape of the concave hillside the amphitheater is carved into. Bands that have played there: The Beatles and everyone else you’d care to know about. Seating capacity: Around 26,000.  When I take The Phil Factor on tour, my first live event will be at The Hollywood Bowl.

8. The KFC Famous Bowl

Otherwise known as “Heart attack in a bowl.” Truth be told, this is really what killed Pope Francis last year. Rumor has it that he was sending cardinals out for the KFC Famous Bowl every night.

7. The Bedrock Bowl

You have to be over 50 to ride this ride. The Flintstones was The Simpsons before The Simpsons. It was the first prime time cartoon. I never saw it live of course, but I saw the re-runs plenty when I was a bowl cut wearing little kid.

6. The Margarita Bowl:

There have been many “bowl” incarnations of margaritas. This one is called the Crackin’ Kitchen Diamond Head Margarita Bowl. This one comes from the Crackin’ Kitchen in Honolulu, Hawaii.

5. The Fish Bowl

The good, regular, old-fashioned fish bowl that we all wanted in our room when we were kids. If you don’t want to watch the Super Bowl this Sunday, you can also watch “The Fish Bowl”, which will be broadcast by the National Geographic channel. According to The Washington Postit will feature an unknown goldfish named Goldie swimming around a bowl for four hours. A promotional video for the show promises that it will “blow the competition out of the water.” 

4. The Super Bowl:

Look, I already watch a lot of football games. This is just another one and it rarely lives up to the hype.

3. Corelle Soup/Cereal Bowls:

According to Amazon, this is their best selling set of bowls. If Amazon doesn’t represent the consensus on best bowls, I don’t know what does. With 11,299 five star reviews, these must be some pretty damn good bowls!

2. The Big Lebowlski:

Ok, The Big Lebowski isn’t exactly a bowl, but why didn’t they name it The Big Lebowlski? One extra letter and it would have all made sense. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a funny movie with a lot of scenes in a bowling alley.

1. The Bacon Bowl (as seen on The Phil Factor)

Yes, this is a real thing and you can buy it on Amazon. You can make the bowl for your food OUT OF B-A-C-O-N !!! This is not fake. You can buy the bacon bowl building device right on this Amazon link. Sadly, I’m not getting any endorsement fees no matter how many of you buy the Perfect Bacon Bowl.

Those are my Top Ten Best Bowls. What are yours? Do you have any other bowls you’d like to add to the list? Please do so in the comments!

Have a great weekend! ~Phil

The Winter Olympics? Is That Still A Thing?

Did I watch the Olympic opening ceremonies? Not really.  However, I will see the Super Bowl half-time show this weekend. It’s a short month and I only have so much pomp and circumstance tolerance. Is it just me or are the Olympic opening ceremonies just a cross between an elaborate drama club production and a marching band half-time show?

Not only am I not interested in the opening ceremonies, but the Winter Olympics in general are the equivalent of televised Liquid NyQuil. You can’t possibly get me to believe that virtually every Olympian has overcome decades of great personal tragedy to reach their lofty goal.  The networks spend more time telling you about the athletes than they do letting you watch them.

Olympic Announcer 1: “Welcome to Milano Cortina! Here we are at the first round of the 10,000 Meter Cross Country Skiing Championship. The favorite in the event is the Swede, Signard Snuffleupagusmussen.”

Olympic Announcer 2: “Very few people know this, but growing up in Sweden, Signard had to overcome decades of great personal tragedy to reach his lofty goal.”

Olympic Announcer 1: “You don’t say? How unusual!”

Olympic Announcer 2: That’s right Announcer 1. As a child, Signard was afflicted with near paralyzing ingrown toenails. His doctors told Signard’s parents that it was possible that little Signard would have to wear open-toed shoes forever. His hopes of being an Olympic cross-country skier looked hopeless. “

Olympic Announcer 1: “Also, in a frigid country such as Sweden, there is no season good for open-toed shoes. Fortunately for the viewers we have a 30-minute video clip of Signard training with his specially made open-toed ski boots. What courage it must have taken!”

Olympic Announcer 2: As if that weren’t enough of a challenge Signard was born left-handed and still struggles to button his shirts properly to this day!

Ok, I may have watched a bit of the opening ceremonies. All I’ve got to say is that the Winter Olympics need to be cancelled because apparently there isn’t a country in the world that can find a good looking winter hat for their teams to wear.  Also, I’m moving to the Philippines. First off, the country is named after me, and secondly, they only have only one Olympian. I’m pretty sure I could make the team there. Just by virtue of growing up in upstate New York I have better Nordic skills than everyone in the Phillipines.

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What’s the deal with the Biathalon? You ski for a bit and then you pull out a rifle and shoot at things. That sounds like terrorist training for Nordic countries.  Although, have you ever noticed that terrorist acts never take place in cold weather countries? If the Olympic committee wants to stop worrying about terrorist attacks at the Olympics they should just award the Games to Greenland every four years.

In my esteemed opinion almost all Winter Olympic events are just stuff kids do when they’re playing outside on Christmas break. Luge? Skeleton? Bobsled? Sledding, sledding, and more sledding! We could all do that!  Figure skating? That’s just toddler pageants on ice! Snowboarding? I bet you could go to any ski mountain anywhere in the world and find a dozen teenagers high on pot doing better tricks than Chris Lillis.

To all the Winter Olympic athletes reading ThePhilFactor before you head out to the slopes and ice, I’m just making jokes here. I completely respect all the amazing things you do.  As always, if you enjoy #ThePhilFactor in the spirit of the Olympics please share it by hitting the Facebook, Twitter or other share buttons below. Have a great weekend! ~Phil

Why Bad Bunny Is Neither

Speaking of Bad Bunny, in the words of Donald Trump, “I’ve never heard of him. I don’t know who he is, I don’t know why they’re doing it – it’s, like, crazy. They blame it on some promoter they hired to pick up entertainment. I think it’s absolutely ridiculous.”

That’s really funny because I said the same thing when Donald Trump was elected. But let’s get back to the title topic…

Is Bad Bunny really bad? Is he really a bunny? In the picture above, he won a bunch of Grammy’s, the annual awards for good music. Getting all those awards implies that he is very good at what he does.

Donald Trump doesn’t have a cache of trophies like that. All he has is a re-gifted Nobel from winner Maria Corina Machado.

Look at those pictures. One is a bunny and the other is the gentleman known as Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio. If I have only one complaint about Bad Bunny it’s the length of his given name, which is why I only typed it once today.

That’s a funny hat, but it’s not bunny ears, so I’m going out on a limb and say that I believe Bad Bunny is not a bad and not a bunny.

As the judge in this case, I pound the table with my gavel and declare that Bad Bunny is neither bad nor a bunny. Enjoy the music when you watch the Super Bowl. I don’t know Spanish, but I still enjoy Bad Bunny’s music.

Have a nice evening and an even better Super Bowl Sunday! Thanks for reading! ~Phil

It’s Groundhog Day 2026

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In case you didn’t know, it’s Groundhog Day!

Who doesn’t love this old movie? Especially since Bill Murray‘s character was named Phil. And, the groundhog is also named Phil. Coincidence? I think not. This post was originally written for #ThePhilFactor on Feb. 2, 2006 and I now post it every year, over and over, just like Phil’s Groundhog Day in the movie.

(Feb. 2, 2006) Last week I waxed philosophic about the idiocy known as The Dr. Phil Show. This week, and today in particular it’s Punxsutawney Phil. Groundhog Day the movie: Good idea. Groundhog Day the tradition: Stupid idea.

The dimwitted people of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania have been shoving a rodent through a hole in a tree stump for almost 200 hundred years to find out if there will be 6 more weeks of winter. Hey morons, you live in the Northeast! There’s always 6 more weeks of winter! Check the calendar! It says that Spring starts on March 21st. That’s 7 weeks from now. You don’t need a rat being spooked by his shadow to figure this one out.

I’m always a sucker for a good Phil pun

At this point I’m getting tired of all these wanna-be Phil’s trying to horn in on my fame. If, coincidentally, a shot were to ring out in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania today and a certain rodent were to explode in a puff of fur, I was kidding when I wrote this. Although, over the last few years, I have had to travel to Punxsutawney for work, but I make sure to cover my tracks. No harm meant, just a joke. You’ll all be my alibi right?

By the way, I looked it up; the groundhog has only a 39% accuracy in his predictions.If he was hitting 75%, I can see keeping the little holiday going. But 100 years of getting only four out of ten correct does not warrant a holiday, unless it’s a holiday celebrating underachievement.

I’m curious, for those of you from other countries, do you have a Groundhog Day? As always, if you enjoyed this vintage Phil Factor feel free to share it via the social media buttons below. Come back Saturday for a brand new Phil Factor. Have a great Monday! Phil

I’d Like To Introduce You To…

New blogger Kristen Reilly

Hi everyone, today my blog isn’t about something ridiculously inane as usual. One of my real life friends who has always been creative decided to start a blog in January. She’s smart, funny and speaks from her heart. She’s on the same ride we are in life and puts a touching and funny perspective on everything she writes. If you’ve got another minute or two,  pop over to JotsForSanity and hit subscribe.

Thanks for reading me and Kristen! Have a great Sunday and stay warm.  ~Phil

What’s Your Six Degrees of Separation Story?

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The Six Degrees of Separation theory was conceived by Frigyes Karinthy in 1929, suggesting that we are just six people connections away from any other person on this planet. The theory never hit pop culture until a play by John Guare came out in 1990. Six Degrees of Separation won the 1990 New York Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Play, as well as the Hull Warriner Award and the Obie. After the play’s popularity soared it was made into a movie starring a young Will Smith.

I will admit that I didn’t know that it was a movie or a play until I started researching for this blog. I thought that it was just a sociology theory that everyone was talking about.

According to AI, the play/movie “explore the premise that any two people are connected by a chain of six or fewer acquaintances. Inspired by a true story, the play centers on a con artist named Paul who charms his way into the lives of wealthy Upper East Side art dealers“. Since hearing of the theory back in the 90’s, I’ve been fascinated by it. 

What do you think? Is the theory possibly true? I do. And in fact I think it’s possible that I am in the center of that invisible web of humanity. Can I prove it? Absolutely not. Who can? Why do I think that I’m the center? Because I want to.

There is also the 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon theory which posits that every actor/actress in Hollywood can be connected to Kevin Bacon through six or less movie/TV shared appearances. I can’t claim that but…oddly enough, I can be connected to Kevin Bacon through Kevin’s actress wife Kyra Sedgwick who starred with Richard Gere in the film Time Out Of Mind. I connect to Richard Gere because my high school biology lab partner married his sister.

I can also be connected to a jazz pianist, Earl Hines, that was very popular as far back as the late 1920’s. (On the show Two and a Half Men they had a poster of him on the wall for several years.) I met him in person once in the 70’s. And one of my more odd connections is Fidel Castro because in the 60’s my mom spoke to his brother on the phone. It’s too bad they didn’t really hit it off. Oh and there’s my brother who worked TSA in Vegas for twenty years, so that puts a lot of famous folks only two connections from me. He’s a talker, so he’s had conversations with so many people. Once me, Michael Vick, George Thorogood, and most of the nations media were all in a hotel lobby at once. That was an interesting day.

Don’t even get me started on the music industry! I could go on all day, but what fun is that? I already know that I had a ten minute conversation about fireflies with the guy that sang 867-5309. I’ve also done a bunch of interviews for this blog that has expanded my web infinitely. So what’s your best six degrees of separation story? Put it in the comments and maybe we can pull them all together for a fun blog full of quirky stories. Chances are that we already be connected to each other! It would be fun to find out!

Hey South! Calm Down, It’s Just Cold Air

The annual snowpocalypse in the southeastern United States is happening today. For those of you from other countries, there are parts of the United States that get a lot of snow for about four months every year. I live in one of those unfortunate places. For us, getting a foot (30 centimetres) of snow overnight just means that we have to spend a little extra time clearing our driveway before we go to work. In the southeastern region of the United States they get snow about once a year, and when they get it, it’s about one to three inches (2-6 centimetres). What makes us Northerners laugh is their reaction to it, or rather their overreaction to it.

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Dear southern United States. You do know this is your fault right? The universe tries to make everything equal.  You can’t have warm temperatures and sunshine every day of the year. For most of the year you get sunshine and warm temps. Here comes the pay back. I’m not taunting you. I’m just trying to educate you. I live in the northeast. It’s like this about half the year.

Calm down. It’s not the end of the world. This happens almost daily in the northeast. Toughen up buttercup. It’s just cold air and frozen water. You’ve chewed an ice cube, right. That didn’t kill you. This won’t either, …unless you’re stupid.

Maybe I’m just bitter because you will get the day off from work tomorrow while I’ll be working.

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Now I know that making fun of southerners reaction to snow is as easy as shooting fish in a barrel, which is apparently something they do in the South. Maybe that’s why they get so upset by snow. Maybe their barrels freeze over and they can’t shoot fish. We’ve all seen news footage of people fleeing a hail of bullets during a terrorist attack. That’s exactly how people in the south flee a hail of…well, hail. Although in the South they’ll try shooting back first, because everyone in the south in America is ‘packing’.

Have a great Sunday and stay safe folks. Snow is a real thing, and thank you for letting me remind you of that every year! Thanks for reading!

~Phil