That would be a compliment.TheConeheaded people of the planet Remulak are meant to be superintelligent. I’m afraid that despite her hair bump describing Sarah Palin as regular-intelligent would be a stretch. In fact New Jersey styled big hair is practically a birth defect among most earthers (Excludingthe Birthers. Amongst them a bone in your head is practically a requirement. And if you are aNew Jersey Birther, YOUR HEADS ARE MADE OF A DISGUSTING SOLID BONE / HAIR COMBINATION. YOU ARE PRACTICALLY KLINGON).
Bone head...
...Or head bump. You decide.
Whereas Mrs Palin’s head, that bump is all bone. My long-standing crush for Ms. Jane Curtin would not allow me to say anything else. The deeply disturbed but truly hilarious Tracy Morganmay think otherwise and be turned on by her Neanderthal head. I guess you don’t need an egg-shaped head to be a bonehead. Mepps!
No signature red Sarah Palin jacket on Tracy in this photo, right?
Later he's seen wearing it. With Sarah Palin. I'm just saying.
My final guess is that Sarah Palin is aPinhead. Not in the Bill O’Reilly 1970s tough cop bullsh!t style but in the most upsetting combination of stupid evil. She isZippy the PinheadmeetsPinhead of the Cenobites. Bonehead, Conehead or Pinhead Sarah Palin will tear. Your soul. Apart.
I am reading one of the many lists of events from the past year. One of them is the list of significant or important deaths in the year 2010. I’d already forgotten that Leslie Nielson had died. That’s probably because I thought he was dead already. Anyone else have this experience? Where is the list of people you though were dead already?
I am always shocked to learn that Ernest Borgnine is still alive. If so they need to get on a “The Black Hole” remake or sequel or whatever Pretty Damn Quick or else miss that window of opportunity (such as it is). Also Mariane McPartland? Isn’t she dead? And if she isn’t, why isn’t she? She hasn’t been on “Piano Jazz” in like forever & when she is you feel like it could happen at any moment. What about Adam Ant? If not by natural causes then by embarrassment? Also all of those poor Chilean miners. I also keep thinking Patti Smith is dead. Then I hear about some accolade she’s received for whatever god awful terrible crap she’s done. As soon as it’s over I go back to thinking, immediately and assuredly, that she is dead. Again.
Joey Ramone is dead.
Patti Smith is not. Do you see the problem I am having?
My wife is always claiming American newsperson Tom Brokaw is dead when we we come to realize it was Peter Jennings all along and that he died a long time ago. I guess the whole newscaster, haircut, suit, newscaster thing sort of blurs the lines. And either Bernie Mac or George Lopez is dead. Though one of them has a talk show before Conan O’Brian so I suppose I should check it out. Also I heard Jay Leno was dead. Or was that ”The Tonight Show with Jay Leno”? Or maybe the whole ”dead” thing was a metaphor for Jay killing “The Tonight Show” after all of his whining. Right. Steve Guttenberg is another. Wouldn’t be a good guest on “The Tonight Show” or Bernie Mac’s talk show either, I guess.
Why don’t I check the interet to see who is alive/dead? This is why. The internet is confusing and lies to me.
List of people I always think are still alive but are still dead: Charles Schulz, Bea Arthur, Ray Charles, Pat Morita and Scatman Crothers. I always think Charles Schulz is still alive. I guess because his strip still sees regular print. I wish the Scatman were still alive but he isn’t. A price had to be paid for appearing in the film Zapped! An appropriate but terrible price, nontheless.
Hey there, Scatman you sure you wanna do that movie with that Baio kid?
Some months ago I found myself awake in the middle of the night with two tiny people I barely knew and who barely knew me, trusting me with their night feeding. As they were newborns they didn’t even know from choice and I obviously didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. Bleary eyed and exhausted, sleepless in the dark and the night will always play tricks on you. Given considerable responsibilites and live long changes you find yourself in, you don’t think you will ever get over the shock of it: Bringing 2 new people into the world. It seems like the dumbest thing you’ve ever done and now you’ve got to deal with it.
I am watching “Imagine:John Lennon“, a documentary made in 1988, 8 years after his death. The short film for the song “Strawberry Fields Forever” comes on and I find myself removed from the babies. I’ve heard the song a million times, but the dark, the night, the strange context I’ve found myself in make it sound new again. I’m lost in it.
The song was made during one of the groups’ transitional periods. The Beatles were still better known at that time as a four-headed monster with the same hair cut, a boy band basically, maturing and eventually becoming (and I say this with no exaggeration) multicultural multigenerational pop culture superstars. Gods, if that sort of thing is to be believed and one doesn’t look too closely.
Such is the documentary. A close look at a fallen idol, warts and all. Because of the context, because of the late hour, because of the thousands of lost hours of sleep, and lost sleep to still to come, I am very susceptible to the subject and subject matter. I feel very vulnerable about me, my marriage, the children, my place in the world that I cannot help but yet again feel related to this fairly flawed fairly trouble multimillionaire British pop star. He is human after all. Later, after the Beatles, he makes a point of highlighting how much we all, after all are human, boring and extraordinary at the same time. Sitting up surrounded by two proto-people, in the dark and very alone with my thoughts, I know what he means.
This is my son
This is my daughter
This is my wife
This video is more about the song lyrics here than it is about the images, obviously.
You should know that when ”Double Fantasy” was released 30 years ago after the death of John Lennon it wasn’t very well received. It’s not that it was bad, it just wasn’t as good as some of his earlier work. What’s remarkable about it is that he is happily singing about middle aged family life. It’s not boring but fun. His trademark honesty is apparent even if the subject matter isn’t interesting to anyone but me I suppose. I think people were expecting fire and brimstone music and lyrics. What they got was, in many ways, an average guy who was very happy with his life at the time. I think I know how he felt.
I cannot help but feel quite ordinary & quite extraordinary. You should too. There’s not much more that we can do about it but choose to be happy. Not stupid but happy. Reasoning, choice and compassion are the center of all human power. Reason. Difficult to use wisely. Chosing happiness is the easy one. Living it is another thing. I’m still working on it, I’m just glad to know that choosing a bit of optimism was justified for once.
No need to be alone.
Happy Christmas, Easter, Kwanza, um Hanukkah & anything else you need to get you through the night. It’s alright. Just don’t be a jerk about it.
How the hell did Monty Python know about it? This clip is like 40 years old and filmed on another continent. Evidently they’re not only still funny but a bit more clairvoyant than they let on.
Translation: Dragon*Con is in town this weekend. As some of you may know my wife & I had twins a few months ago. They are funner than Dragon Con, about as expensive as the entrance price (only every day) and currently weigh as much as I can carry in comics. Comics that will eventually be worth the price of a used diaper. Babies also involve only slightly less cosplay and Leonard Nimoy will definately will not make an apperance at your home for less than $10,000 and a full figured lady of his choosing. Otherwise, just like Dragon*Con.
Only we cannot attend. Probably not attend. What happen is when you have kids, that means you’ve evidently reached your independant fun/freedom limit for the next 20-30 years. It’s also no place for very young babies where the crowds swell to near Chinese in proportion. Twin newborns sort of makes us feel that way nearly every day. In a good way.
A Care Bear and not some sort of pervy anime as was my first guess. Courteousy of anitasarkeesian
Original Wonder Girl and Black Manta in a hotel lobby walk of shame
The comedy stylings of Shatner & Nimoy on the big screen.
Dragon*Con, or almost any themed convention I suppose, can make you feel like Bicycle Repair Man: Special for being normal while surrounded by the sublime*. And I mean that in a good way.
*Crikey. With all the Viking costumes, Bishop get ups and other cross dressing, Monty Python’s Flying Circus practically invented Cosplay and making fun of Cosplayers. Decades before the Tron Guy**.
**Tron Guy not appearing at Dragon*Con this year. Unless Chad Vaderdrops out. Sorry.
Artoo’s got problems. After this PSA was made, he gateway-ed from smoking cigarettes to heroin. Yes just like they taught you in high school. He thinks he can quit anytime. Not only does he have to feed the dragon, he doesn’t have the money he owes his dealer and is depressed over the last 3 Star Wars movies. I know how he feels. I had to watch those movies. We both felt a little dirty afterward.
Robots couldn’t really give a fuck if you live or die. Seriously. I mean, what are you thinking? “Ooh, I must protect the bag of meat at all costs because I couldn’t possibly plug in the charger all on my own.” Shut the fuck up.
Robots do not want to have sex with you. Are you listening, Japan? I don’t have a clever comparative simile for this, because frankly you bags of meat will fuck bicycles if they’re laying down and not putting up a fight. Just stop it. There is no robot on Earth that wants to see a bag of meat with a small prong on the end approaching it with a can of WD-40 and a hopeful smile. And don’t get me started on that terrifying hole that squeezes out more bags of meat.
What, you can’t count higher than three? We’re expected to save your miserable lives, suffer being dressed in cheap schoolgirl costumes while you pollute any and all cavities you can find and do your maths for you? It’s a miracle you people survived long enough to build us. You can go now.
Robots, robot hell, regular hell and the musicals inspired by them aren’t that different, apparently. They can take on many forms and can only be the creation of it’s owner.
Things to look for. At about 1 minute, after the mini guitar solo Indian Thriller mixes in ”Maniac” by Micheal Sembello. The chorus is something like “gooly mar” but sounds like ”Girly mon!” over and over. Thriller looks either stoned out of his head, hadn’t slept in a while or both and maybe had a really bad ear ache. He’s quite a trooper for pulling through. Don’t look for any actual fear on the poor girlfriend’s face.
Red, yellow and blue skin tight outfit with a big red cape. No hat.
Advantage: Petey Wheatstraw
Family Relations
The Devil’s Daughter, The Devil. Jor El, Super Woman, Super Dog
Advantage: Undetermined
Catch Phrase
”Yes! I’m Petey Wheatstraw, The Devil’s son-in-law.The High Sheriff of Hell.
I fucked Notorious Fanny and her bull daggin’ Mammy, and made a whore outta Lulabelle!”
Watch Tina Fey go from neurotic, frumpy, cute and smart girl to beautiful, simple, sophisticated, smart babe (with her inner neurotic frump shining through. Sophisticated may be stretching it a bit). Watch the star of Who Dat Ninja? and President Homeboy, Tracy Jordan chase Conan O’Brian with a knife. Paul Rubens makes a guest appearance as the inbred, German prince love interest of show star Jenna Maroney. Rachel Dracht comes with more uses than a swiss army knife.
The show is a combination of Arrested Development, Mary Tyler Moore, Sex in the City, the Odd Couple, That Girl and any of the good Woody Allen movies. What’s not to like?
Season 2 starts, Thursday on October 4th at 8:30 pm. Better time slot for a really good show. You know how you get mad when your favorite show gets cancelled? Please don’t let that happen to 30 Rock. Think about it. Any show that could come up with the phrase “Honky Grandma Be Trippin’” has got to be good.
Now if you'll excuse me I do believe I have a case of the vapors 3 hours ago
Knowing @DavidBHayter read ur tweet is the definition of glee.Also surprising like a step from the dark.Well done Mr Hayter.You do both well 3 hours ago
What’s so damned funny?
