One Girl Revolution

Ok, so did anyone else think that the Heavy Metal parody in the most recent Southpark was a) fucking awesome, and b) screamingly funny? Kudos for them using the original music, too. It's great stuff. (You can hear the full versions by checking out videos here and here, though I'd like to say now that I can't vouch for the visuals.)

Then again, this could just be all me. I'm the daughter of a man who went to art school in the late 70s, a man who, upon seeing the cover for the Wolfmother album, nodded in understanding and approval before saying, "That looks like a Frank Frazetta."

"It is," I said, looking at the liner notes. "Who's Frank Frazetta?"

"He's an artist from back when I was your age and younger. He was known for fantasy illustrations of women," he said

"Really?" I replied. "That's odd - the fantasy women you see today are usually really, really thin, but buxom."

"Yeah, but this is Frazetta. He knew how to draw women. Real women. Man, all the guys back at school, we all wanted to be Frazetta." He paused for a moment, remembering.

"Even you, Dad?"

"Yeah! Heck yeah!"

And he agreed that Wolfmother's a pretty damn awesome band, too.

My Dad? Awesome.

...bears.

Specifically, love is inserting a bear joke into a howling screed of a parody that simultaneously mocks a major airline and blind, Red State-style jingoism patriotism. Why? Because you know your girlfriend thinks that bears are adorable and cuddly, despite their status as top predators and able-bodied killing machines.

(Be warned that the video may be NSFW due to language.)

Anyway, to paraphrase my favorite movie, kiji_kat was amazed to discover that when theycallmeboy screamed, "You fly American Airlines, we'll give you a bear!" what he meant was, "I love you."

I'm still trying to figure out if we're the strangest couple ever, or if Tim Burton and Helena Bonham Carter still have the corner on that.

Stumbled across this on YouTube, and I'm not sure what to think. I do know it's bizarre. And wrong. And possibly, on some level, true.

( Cut for cartoon violence staring everyone's favorite punk...er, bassist. )


Though I do think I'm going to have to start using, "This is what in love people do!" It's a sweet line.

From a conversation last night:

kiji_kat: Honey, you do realize that this is totally our son someday, right?

theycallmeboy: Hell, I applaud him for his ingenuity. ;)

kiji_kat: Well, I mean, so do I. But when this happens to us, how are we going to be able to keep a straight face?

theycallmeboy: We don't have to.

kiji_kat: True...

kiji_kat: "Hey, Aunt Maggie! Guess what I did today?"

theycallmeboy: Ha ha!

***

I never thought I'd look forward to the possibility of motherhood as much as I do now.

Also, still looking for reading suggestions. Lemme know.

Via zarq, who has spoiled white cats for me forever:

I'm reminded of the scene in 'Shaun of the Dead' where the two zombies in Shaun and Ed's garden are pawing at the window.

This NEEDS to be reworked. That bird needs a white shirt and red tie, stat.

Here it is - photographic evidence that my office is cooler than yours. Highlights include a dead-on Amy Winehouse, cammila_radio pulling off Freddie Mercury, and scorceseisgod sporting the best damn Halloween costume you've ever seen, period.

Also, a reminder that I should never, ever smile in photos, ever. At least not with teeth.

Now, to write something for In The Name Of Journalism.

Hey there, hi there, LJ-types.

Don't have too much time here, but I did want to take a few lunchtime moments to tell you all about theycallmeboy's new blog, which is, at this very moment, saving the world from crappy Internet Flash games.

The name? Big Mean Flash Gamer.

The URL? bigmeanflashgamer.blogspot.com.

The premise? Boy plays Flash games, takes screenshots, and rants about them in rollicking, caustic, Irish fashion. Piping hot with local flavour, now with the Old World charm of superfluous "u"s. It's old meets new, East meets West, and all sorts of other witty marketing descriptions that makes people check out websites.

There are ads. Click on them. After he makes $100, Google will send him a check. Should current exchange rate patterns continue it should be just enough for him to buy a shoelace. Possibly a gum ball.

And of course you know that I'll have to make a new blog too...

You know, if they'd told me that the armed forces were like this, I probably would have considered joining:




Thank your lucky stars he was a journalist, people.

(Thanks to kana_jo.)

ETA: For some reason, people are telling me that they can't watch the video from my page. That's really strange, because I can watch it no problem. For those who are having trouble, here's the URL to the original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATvdUtnMwz8

I can pretty much guarantee that this is the best thing you'll see all day:



And for those who have no idea why this is so funny, I provide education:

If yesterday's post wasn't amusing enough for you, I'd like to make it up to you by posting these two rather hilarious Harry Potter themed videos:







These come courtesy of scorseseisgod, another very awesome co-worker. Go tell him so, or leave a comment here saying hi. I'll send him the URL.

So, how's your morning?

Ok, so I was talking to theycallmeboy tonight, one thing led to another, and...

Well, all I can do is apologize to every single Harry Potter fan on my flist. And plead with JK Rowling and The Dead Milkmen not to sue my ass into oblivion.

That said, I hope you enjoy it.

First, watch this video:

( I LIKE YOU. )

Then, read these (modified from the original) lyrics:

( You can't build on it, you can't grow anything in it... )

Last, but not least, play the video (for the sound) and read the words along with it. All in all, I think I managed to fit things pretty well.

So, there's your Sunday night fun. Don't hurt me.

Man, I remember seeing this video WAAAAAAAY back when I was in college. That's four years ago, kids.

In other news, I'm fucking old.

This should be played before EVERY MOVIE from now on (NSFW):

Mo Rocca is brilliant. Also, I'm not quite sure why I didn't notice this before, but Jenna Jameson is looking particularly skeletal these days. Or maybe that's just me. I'm not sure what a "normal" woman is supposed to look like anymore.

According to this report, Rupert Murdoch and his media empire are going green, and they're trying to get the public to do the same. I'm not sure quite what to make of this - the general public does need to get more engaged in all of this, but I have a mistrust of FOX. I'm also skeptical of anyone being able to galvanize a rather apathetic populace; they might have better luck it they threatened to cancel American Idol unless viewers posted pictures and blogs of their efforts to go green over on MySpace or something.

And before anyone faults me for calling people apathetic, it's only because Charles P. Pierce over at Esquire beat me to the punch when it comes to pointing out how viciously, violently, painfully and dangerously stupid the United States has become. What's even more disturbing is how proud so many of us are of our willful ignorance. Truly cringe-worthy, not to mention legitimately terrifying.

( Quotes from the article under the cut. Dear god, it makes you want to claw out your eyes. )

Finally, last night theycallmeboy was fooling around with the Celebrity Look-Alike toy on MyHeritage, which made me realize that it had been a while since I'd done one. I thought I'd give it a shot - it came up with mostly women, though there is one notable male exception that AMUSES ME GREATLY. And considering the little joke theycallmeboy and I share, it should amuse him too.

( BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! )

Ok, I'm done for now.

In going along with this post, I think the only way that I'd consider making my new dress a church dress is if the opening hymn was something like this:




But then again, as a wise man once said...

Spinal Tap performs Big Bottom with every bass player in the known universe:


And before anyone asks, theycallmeboy is a bass player.

Wow - people are actually spamming the troll.

That's...kind of funny. I'd almost be tempted to join in.

I have found my sport.

Here's to the moms out there. You know, those people who make us wear things like this when we're too young to protest.

Though to be fair, I have been given permission to name my first son Aurelio, after my favorite gothy-type musician. (You can check out his music here.)

My kids are gonna hate me.

Oh god, anw is doing his annual Eurovision song contest commentary again. People, even if you have absolutely no idea what Eurovision is, you owe it to yourself to check this out. It's easily the funniest entertainment column you'll read all year.

Some samples...

"Pleasingly, Spain's entry is a boyband, which always cheers me up. Their shadowy svengali has made a careful selection from the Usborne Book of Boybands, picking a slightly arty looking one with a little Van Dyke for the sensitive girls, a chirpy boyish one from a 70s Children's Film Foundation movie for the wet girls, a blond one made from Fagolite, the special synthetic material used to make all gay clones, for the confused boys, and a rugged thuggish one who clearly wanted to be a footballer but has decided to settle for this - and he's obviously there for me."

"In Sweden the 70s are back in full force - or quite possibly they never went away. After all, the Swedes don't regard the 70s as a decade so much as a native resource."

"Apparently much of the Ukraine is very embarrassed by this man's involvement in Eurovision. Their drunken uncle has managed to get up on stage in front of the whole of Europe and humiliate them all, and he's wearing his wife's party frock."

And this one, which I really shouldn't have laughed at, but did.

"I like the Irish, but every year around this time I'm possessed of a powerful desire to see them all swept into the sea by a giant tidal wave, or destroyed by a wrathful cosmic space god. They can all sit at the bottom of the ocean like a smugly twee latter-day Atlantis, or be scattered to the four clover-stinking winds for all I care, because every year around this time they demonstrate their extraordinary capacity for evil by unleashing another horrible wishy-washy Celtic ballad on an undeserving world."

trytobegood and theycallmeboy - I am so, so, so sorry.