At my alma mater, U.C. Santa Barbara, bicycles RULED the road.
If you are a pedestrian there, you better know your place, because if you were dumb enough to step into the bike path without looking, you deserved to get run over by the two-wheelers (the unsuspecting tour groups made this fun to watch). If you were a car driving down Del Playa (the main party street) on a Friday or Saturday night, expect a crowd to surround your car, shouting things to you like “GET OFF THE ROAD” and “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRIVING HERE?” and “I’M DRUNK!” It’s like Mad Max in that town – I’m serious.
Well anyway, from my alma mater comes the above hilarious video, in the vein of I’m on a Boat, about finding love on the bike path. SO GOOD.
I live in California, and I seriously have not met one person who likes Santorum. Even my conservative friends say they would never vote for him. I started to believe that the media invented the whole Santorum Surge (and perhaps even Santorum) to add some spice into this bland as dirt robot election.
It would be like Wag the Dog, but the racist, homophobic, sexist edition.
So, needless to say, I’m surprised that Santorum is a real, sweater vested, rape can make lemonade saying, Human being. And there are actually people who like him? Is this for real?
Nice job, parents. Indoctrinate your kids. U-S-A. U-S-A. Can California just secede yet?
Some of the lyrics for those of you who are lazy:
We’ve got a Man who Understands that God Gave the Bill of Rights
Oh, there is Hope for our Nation again
Maybe the First time Since we Had Ronald Reagan
There will be Justice for the Unborn
Factories back on our Shores
Where the Constitution rules our land
Yes, I Believe… Rick Santorum is our Man!
About six months ago, I created a blog, defective phobias, for the sole purpose of me facing my irrational fears like chickens, mayo and camping. Well it turns out I have an irrational phobia of facing irrational phobias. So this project kind of fell to the wayside (I do plan on bringing it back though).
One of my first posts, was on my INTENSE fear of chickens. You can read my explanation of my alektorophobia that HERE. That’s why I was absolutely disgusted when my friend Topheycakes (may or may not be his actual name) sent me this video:
A chicken band! Chickens dancing! Close-ups on chicken feet! This is my nightmare… but it’s a nightmare I can’t turn away from.
Leningrad (band) music video Gelendzhik (2004).
Created by Andrey Zakirzyanov
P.S. turn on closed captioning to see the lyrics in English
Warning: whenever I mention Burning Man in my blog, the S.S. Burners come out in full force to say that I’m stupid, I don’t “get” the experience and that I’m a self promoter that would never fit in. You know, things that people from an organization that refers to itself as “radically inclusive” would say. I especially find this funny because when I pseudo-made-fun of Jeopardy fans, they appreciated a little bit of deprecation. I’ve learned my lesson, hippies kind of suck and they’re weirdly omnipresent on internet message boards.
So, I personally take great joy in the fact that Burning Man has become more mainstream. It allows for people who espouse their generosity and community spirit to show their true colors when they say things like “people who don’t deserve to go now took spots away from artists.”
This year, the organizers held two rounds of ticket lotteries with the second lottery ending today. With this lottery, 40,000 tickets were sold at prices between $240 and $390, with a limit of two tickets per person. 40,000 tickets sure does sound like a lot, right?
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), because of scalpers, some burners creating multiple accounts and the overall jump in popularity of the even Continue reading →
Commercial advertisements, video games and reality television have unofficially been the bastard children of the entertainment industry. Sometimes rightfully so (I would put Dancing with the Stars near the top of my list), but all three mediums are going through a little bit of an artistic renaissance (well maybe reality television not so much).
cultural Renaissance in the works
Okay, jokes aside. I’ve been thoroughly impressed by a number of commercials on television recently (tangent: I only recently moved into a house with a TV so I may be a little bit behind the times). One of these commercials is the Heineken commercial below:
So for all you out there who believe that commercials cannot be art because their primary goal is to make money, I provide you with some of the references the commercial makes after the jump.
When I saw the above image as the chosen icon for a movie on Netflix, I knew I had to see this movie. Usually I’m not one to watch children movies on aspiring dinosaurs performers and their journey to Hollywood, but for this one I made an exception.
Then I saw the reviews for Impy’s Wonderland. Let me show you exactly what I am talking about:
Any time a children’s movie has a character singing “Sex Bomb”, lyrics unchanged, I have issues. It displays an obvious lack of discretion and abundance of stupidity on the part of the production team… for that reason alone this gets the lowest rating.
Then this one:
**********WARNING WARNING WARNING************ This “children’s movie” includes the Tom Jones song “Sex Bomb” for no apparent reason. Also as an accompaniment to the song… as it starts, two cannons each shoot out a load of glitter. I don’t know what other inappropriate content this “movie made by morons” will show, as we shut it off. I wish they would GET RID OF THIS MOVIE… PLEASE.
The scene takes place 40 minutes into the movie, and is the only thing that makes the movie worth it. Those crazy Germans, always putting obviously adult song into their movies aimed at kids aged 5-10. Watch the sex bomb scene below: Impy’s Wonderland (Urmel voll in Fahrt in German)
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re a sexbomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on turn me on darlin’
Sexbomb sexbomb you’re my sexbomb sexbomb
You can give it to me when I need to come along
Sexbomb sexbomb your’re my sexbomb
And baby you can turn me on
I’ve been on a little bit of a Madonna kick lately. I can’t really explain it, but if it’s 7am and I’m driving to work, Madonna better freakin’ be on the radio. So I’m generally not a fan of some youtube video’s sound being replaced by a popular song, but this is THE exception of all exceptions. Madonna? yes. Goth Kids? hell yes. Goth kids dancing to Madonna? YES YES YES. Check it out.