Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Botox On The Brain...
Newsweek has an article on the subject, and Sunday's Los Angeles Times asks "Are we supposed to pretend we don't notice?"
Monday, March 31, 2008
Turning Apple Into Cider. Really Sour Cider.
Monday, February 25, 2008
SNL Finds Its Obama, Half-Asses It With the Makeup
A few tweaks here and there for Armisen, and he has a winner on his hands (like his Prince impersonation). As for the makeup artists, they would do well to stock up on the bronzer.
Labels: Barack Obama, Fred Armisen, SNL
Live Blogging Jimmy Kimmel's Video Response to Sarah Silverman's Brilliant Viral Vid
A funny little moment, indeed. Just wish Kimmel wouldn't have had Ben Affleck on immediately afterwards to recap how ingeniously funny they thought they were.
Good Lord, Purveyor... Hate much?
Labels: Chock Fulla Celebs, I'm Fucking Ben Affleck, I'm Fucking Matt Damon, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Sarah Silverman Sarah Silverman Fucking Matt Damon
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sea Spiders: Six Degrees of Grossification
Australian scientists have discovered what seems to be a couple of new, gelatinous species at the bottom of the ocean off Antarctica. These sea spiders are frightening to me on a number of levels:
1) Despite my affinity for Spider-Man as a superhero and movie franchise, I'm an arachniphobe. Spiders are gross.
2) I don't trust any creature that is literally transparent, because that's just gross.
3) The fluid manner in which these things waft through the deep blue sea is beautiful, yet deceptive, because they are spiders and, therefore, gross.
4) Looking at them makes me think of phlegm. In fact, there's now phlegmy goo developing in my throat as I write this. Phlegm is nothing if not gross.
5) What in the frack are those transparent, bulbous stalk-like things rising out of the sea floor? Did a school of kiddie crustaceans have a birthday party where a stingray dressed as a clown blew up a bunch of those silly twisty balloons? Cuz that shit's freaking gross.
6) I'm nauseous, and nausea is gross.
Read all about it here.
Labels: Antarctic, grossness, new species, sea spiders
Monday, February 18, 2008
Creative Wood Piercing...
Labels: blood everywhere, Dirt, FX, Peaches, rotoscope, The Boys Wanna Be Her
Friday, February 01, 2008
"Hey, Kimmel! How Do You Like Them Apples?"
Labels: apples, fifth anniversary, I'm Fucking Matt Damon, Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Matt Damon, Matt Damon apples, Sarah Silverman Sarah Silverman Fucking Matt Damon
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Somewhere, John Madden Weeps, Silently...
Labels: Brett Favre, Eli Manning, Green Bay Packers, New York Football Giants, NFC Championship, Super Bowl XLII
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Bacon, Jim Gaffigan Style.
I cribbed this off of YouTube, and once the Late Show with David Letterman site posts tonight's performance, I'll toss it up here as a replacement (not sure if they let people embed clips). Enjoy.
Labels: Jim Gaffigan Bacon, pure comedy
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Story of Stuff
I'm going to admit it. I've never been a tree hugger. I'm not going to sit here and pretend to be an environmentalist. When I read the book Jurassic Park for the first time as a teenager, the one thing that resonated with me was a monologue from chaos theorist Ian Malcolm which was rooted in the idea that the human race is what needs saving and not the planet, per se. To think that we could destroy this massive orb by way of our collective idiocy with regards to consumption of natural resources is the height of arrogance in Dr. Malcolm's brilliant assessment. Maybe it resonated with me because I've always been a bit of a contrarian, and finally here was something that spoke to what I believed in.
I haven't gone green, and I couldn't tell you about the scope of my carbon footprint. I leave shit turned on all the time (my laptop, for instance). I don't use the right kind of lightbulb. I do my best to recycle, but I sometimes forget to separate the aluminum cans from the pizza boxes and newspapers. Not to say I'm some SUV driving neanderthal who thinks Al Gore is a commie for having a passion and a cause. While I thought An Inconvenient Truth was a good film, it's not saying much different than what he said almost a generation ago when he wrote Earth in the Balance. Some people think they've stumbled onto something new and innovative but never realize that this has been Al Gore's rallying cry for the majority of his career. Whatever.
Having said all this, every now and then, something comes along and serves as an eye-opener; something that is well thought out and executed to the point where you have no choice but to stamp it with the label of "brilliant". The Story of Stuff is one such eye-opener. It's a great web-based interactive short that demonstrates just how absurd our mass consumption has become. For anyone who has any doubt as to whether we're clogging up this planet to our own detriment, this short film is definitely thought provoking. It may be the most important 20 minutes you'll spend online this year, or, at the very least, the most informative. Bravo to the creators of this work. I'm sold.
Labels: Al Gore, An Inconvenient Truth, carbon footprint, Earth in the Balance, environmentalism, going green, Jurassic Park, recycling, The Story of Stuff
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Embracing the Fanboy Within
Good Lord. Here I am, a grown man, and I've been totally immersed in all things The Dark Knight since this past weekend. Batman is my absolute all-time favorite superhero -- specifically because his power consists of his sheer will and fortitude, coupled with deft ninja and detective abilities. Batman Begins has to be the greatest superhero movie ever made, partly because it's dark, rooted in reality, and epic in a manner the previous iterations could not quite incorporate. I went to see I Am Legend today on an IMAX screen, and my primary purpose in doing so was to see the impossibly awesome six minute preview of The Dark Knight. Now I'm in the middle of reading a shot-by-shot analysis of the film's trailer and it struck me that I am a complete and total Batman fanboy. It's a little embarrassing that at this moment I'm more concerned about the 7 month wait 'til July 2008 than I am about the state of the world. Maybe it's good to have a distraction that isn't 80-proof or wrapped tight inside Zig-Zag rolling papers.
I Am Legend is a good film, by the way, better than expected. Will Smith is pitch perfect in it, despite the gratuitous, ego-driven 20-second master shot of him doing pullups in his townhouse, sans shirt. Some might think it's the director's way of showing how he maintains that sort of Adonis-like physique while living off of veggies and canned foods in an imagined NYC futureworld. Methinks, however, it was strictly for the ladies who were dragged to the movie by their husbands and boyfriends.
But I digress. Back to The Dark Knight. Freaking love, love, love the trailer, and I'm not at all bothered by a new take on the Joker (Jack Nicholson was too good in the 1989 film, but Heath Ledger's variation looks to be 10-times darker and more realistic), and I love that they've kept virtually the entire cast intact (a testament to the filmmakers not making a steaming pile of Joel Schumacher-grade horseshit). This movie could seriously be the best sequel since The Empire Strikes Back.
Labels: A Taste for the Theatrical, Batman, fanboys, Joker, The Dark Knight
Friday, December 14, 2007
It's Become Bad. Real Bad.
Just try holding your puke back for this one, kids...
Labels: Best of 2007, celebrity infants, lists, Top Ten
Thursday, December 06, 2007
It's Only Brilliant Because It's Clooney...
Labels: Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Larry Craig satire, toe tapping
Friday, November 16, 2007
Couric Behind the Scenes: The Irony is So Thick, You Might Mistake It for Sputum
Found this little ditty online just moments ago and had to post it. This segment is rife with irony -- if you can bear to watch the whole thing, you'll see what I'm saying. Katie Couric, broadcasting CBS Evening News recently from Nashville, has some behind the scenes fun with her production crew, at the expense of her predecessor Dan Rather. While prepping for the broadcast, Couric makes fun of Rather's one-time trench coat primping, a moment that apparently made its way to the same Harry Shearer page on the MyDamnChannel website. "This tart is ready to go," she jokes, after futzing around with her overcoat, asking colleagues whether she should keep the collar up or down, the jacket opened or closed and then asks, "Don't you think he deserves a little payback?"
The annoyances abound throughout. She calls her cameraman "bro". She ribs her executive producer for leaving the office after the first segment. She still thinks Uggs are fashionable. And the subtle hilarity begins halfway through the clip, where the news anchor begins to seriously mess around with the button of her jacket, effectively rendering her Rather-ribbing ironic. Perhaps the big takeaway from this is that someone, either in the field or back in the West 57th Street control room in NYC, found this good enough to send around virally to send a message to the newswoman.
To be clear, this sort of banter is not unusual pre-broadcast, and is really no one's business but the news staffers... until you step close to the line of dissing public figures. Rather obviously has a couple friends remaining within CBS Evening News, and Couric, it seems, has some enemies. Why else would we see this on the web?
Labels: behind the scenes, CBS News, Dan Rather's trenchcoat, Katie Couric
The Perfectly Slender Pulchritude of Senator Barack Obama
The guide, titled "Candidates in a Box: Tabular Estimate of the 2008 Presidential Hopefuls", is based on an 1823 article from a British publication known as The Monthly Magazine, where an anonymous journalist rated members of the House of Commons. For this 21st Century Americanized version, Times columnist David Brooks and author Ben Schott break down each candidate's intellectual capacity, external appearance, and effect, and provide an assessment of each person's temperament and character. Some highlights:
Barack Obama: His "considerable" resources and "promising" judgement may be done in by his "overly complex" logic. Yet, his "comforting" voice and "literary" language seem just right for his "perfectly slender" pulchritude. Alas, his temperament is "grumpy when tired", and his character is one that is "afraid of conflict".
Fred Thompson: "God-like" voice, "surprisingly dull" language, "mountainous" pulchritude. A "man's man" of "nebulous" character.
Rudy Giuliani: "Pattonesque" judgement, with "street-corneresque" language and a "smug" demeanor, this "steely" character has a "strong but disturbing" temperament.
Hillary Clinton: The Senator's "Pant-suited" pulchritude and "business-like" demeanor have an "every knee must bow" effect on the American populace. Her "shrewd" logic, "great" resources and "cheery but untrusting" temperament amount to a "hidden" character.
John Edwards: A "cute" and "ambitious" "golden boy".
Dennis Kucinich: This "miniscule" "know-it-all" is "charmingly marginal". (Yeah, but everyone wants to nail his wife).
Mitt Romney: This "mannequin" possesses "malleable" logic and a "Leave it to Beaver" language.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Natalie Portman Will Kick Your Ass (While You Suck It)
This SNL Digital Short from a couple of years ago is as good as Dick in a Box or Lazy Sunday. It rounds out a nice litte troika of classic SNL moments that are as good as anything the show has ever come up with since 1975, which, I'm listing here, in no particular order (and likely without official titles):
--Anything Blues Brothers
--Belushi's Samuri
--The Billy Goat Tavern sketches
--Landshark
--Mr. Robinson's Neighborhood
--Shmitty's Gay Beer Commercial
--"You'll be living in a van down by the river!"
--Ebony & Ivory (Murphy & Piscopo as Wonder & McCartney)
--"Buckwheat Is Dead", plus anything Buckwheat
--Fuck it, any sketch Eddie Murphy was ever in
--McLaughlin Group sketch w/ Billy Idol (Sting), Sinead O'Connor, Steve Lawrence/Edie Gorme...
--Debbie Downer
--"It's pronounced, "Az-weep-ay"
--"Jane, you ignorant slut"
--Chevy Chase & Richard Pryor doing word association
--Dan Akroyd as Nixon, Chevy Chase as a bumbling Gerald Ford
--"Too Hot in the Hottub"
Christ, the list could go on forever...
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Should I Bite My Tongue Re: Tyra Banks?
I have an issue with Tyra Banks and it pains me, because I used to love her. She, to me, embodied all that was excellent about the Victoria Secret catalogue. She, to me, made the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue legendary (yeah, Kathy Ireland made it so as well, but Tyra took it to heights unseen). When I moved to NYC nine years ago, I had only two real goals in mind: live in a loft in Tribeca... and date Tyra Banks. Neither has come to fruition, but I only feel like half a failure, because, damnit, that Tyra Banks is one of the worst case scenarios littering the wasteland that is American popular culture.
So I threw that out there, and you're probably wondering what I mean by that -- the idea of Tyra being a worst case scenario. And therein lies the dilemma. Should I run with this? Lambaste the Bizanks six ways til Sunday and call her out for the hacktacular mess that she is? Would it be a case of 'airing dirty laundry'? Is there a way to deconstruct Tyra Banks, the brand, without thrashing Tyra Banks, the woman? Would it ruin my chances of ever getting in her pants?
...to be continued... (wish i could write that in the Heroes font).
Labels: bullshit reality shows, hacktackular mess, stupid supermodels, Tyra Banks
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Yahoo! Movies Debuts Valkyrie Trailer
The film looks pretty good, but it has one glaring bad spot: Tom Cruise sounds more like Lt. Daniel Kaffee than Col. Claus von Stauffenberg. He plays the German guy with an American accent. I'm all about suspending disbelief once I enter a movie theatre (e.g., I squelched my vomitus during Transformers when the old, 70s-era Camaro inexplicably morphed into the new fangled '07 muscle Camaro), but I expect a little more from Cruise. The guy gets paid like a CEO of a Fortune 500 company, but can't find the time to perfect a credible German accent? You'd think the Celebrity Centre might hire a dialect coach and send him or her off to Deutschland for the duration of the shoot. I mean, what gives? I'm hoping that they might have overdubbed his voice in his normal accent for the sake of the trailers and the movie will actually have him speaking like he's a German. If this is how he actually will speak throughout the film, his performance will be an afterthought come awards season. (Now watch him win a Globe and pick up a Best Actor nod).
Labels: bad accents, Tom Cruise, Valkyrie
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
My Throat Clearing Neighbor
It's an odd affliction. Maybe he's a musical theater-type who recently had some esophageal nodes removed in order to reach higher octaves and he's still recovering. Maybe he's got a cat in his apartment -- a hairy, always-shedding cat -- who creeps around his bowl of Cheerios every morning, and then sheds hair into the milky bowl and those hairs invariably end up in the guy's throat. Maybe it's a pubic hair, a la Curb Your Enthusiasm, freshly lodged in his throat by way of his girlfriend's hirsute nether regions. Whenever I hear the guy, I have visions of a former co-worker, a socially awkward fellow, who sat on the other side of my cubicle. He was afflicted by the same sort of audible incontinence -- constant *ahems*, fart spurts, clicks and clucks -- that simultaneously amused and disgusted me to the point of dry heaving.
I'm curious as to what this guy looks like. In my prejudicial mind, he's got a shaggy beard, bad skin, and wears a black hoodie; he plays Halo multiplayer and is quick to call people "noobs" when they kill him with 'nades instead of with bullets. He's temperamental, like that asshole comic book store clerk on The Simpsons, and can make sad, sad casseroles with green beans and cream cheese and bags of Fritos. He smells musty, like a wool sweater coming out of a sudden rain storm. He breathes heavy. He'll stand over your shoulder while you're doing something with the Photoshop, invading your personal space and assaulting your senses with Frito casserole breath to the point where your eyes water.
Christ, I'm such an asshole. He's probably a fireman or a guy on leave from the Peace Corps or a teacher, or someone who does something that really matters for a living.
I shouldn't be making fun. I'm not, really, and I don't want to be disparaging of those suffering from asperger's diseases. I just wonder, and when I wonder, my mind goes wild.
Labels: annoyances, neighbors, sad Frito casseroles, throat clearing