Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Mister Wilson's Journal

Another facet of my utterly ridiculous and hopelessly futile plans for world domination has just surfaced: I have a podcast. Yes, again. The plan is to fill it with the type of gibberish I've been pumping into this blog, with the added value of my annoying voice reading it. Let's see if this one lasts longer than two episodes...

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Boys Becoming Men...Men Becoming Wolves...

Via The Sound of Young America (which, I may have mentioned before, is the home of things that are awesome), another reason 30 Rock's Emmy was earned through hard work and not just good luck: It's not every show that would use a beautiful throwaway joke (the Tracy Jordan music video for "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah") as an opportunity to make a perfect novelty song (MP3 and video on the other end of the link, as if you had to ask). The action sequence at the end only proves that the lessons learned from MST3K's "A Patrick Swayze Christmas" did not go to waste. Happy Halloween, you jerks!

Monday, October 29, 2007

Tactical Advantage

Does it make me evil that I enjoyed this Wholphin clip quite a bit? Either way, it means the cavalcade of low-content video embed posts can continue unabated!

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

The Inevitable Southern California Fire Post

For those of you looking for an online source of news about the southern California fires, this would appear to be it. I'm on the wrong side of the country to be any good to you, and as always, most of what I could give you consists of dark jokes that'll hit you in the wrong place. (This post was originally titled "Moving To Nevada Doesn't Sound So Bad Now, Does It?", to give you an idea.)

Our friend Doom was in one of the affected areas and watched the gridlocked evacuation traffic from his apartment. The "highlight" of the waiting game, as he told it Sunday night, was watching a Hummer make a gain of five car lengths in the space of an hour just to get out of his building's parking lot. His family (and the cats) got out in one piece and got their asses upstate, so at least there's that.

(Edit@12:53amET: the first paragraph link used to link directly to the site, but apparently the site's hosting company had bandwidth concerns. In situations like this, the Coral cache is your friend.)

Friday, October 19, 2007

You Just Made Me Vomit In My Own Mouth (From Joy)

Hot on the heels of the Siskel/Ebert/Roeper Balcony Archive and NBC's promise of free show downloads comes every stinkin' Jon Stewart-era Daily Show, online this very second at thedailyshow.com. Is it the most awesome thing I've seen online this week? Yes.
No.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
While we're sorting that out, have a bonus embed (assuming it works this time):

Monday, October 15, 2007

News (Not News) Revisited

America needs its own Charlie Brooker...when our TV aims for media criticism with a bit of cheek, it usually ends up with either something painfully earnest which only works on pre-sold true believers or (most likely) a more caustic version of TV Burp. Last week, Brooker's excellent BBC4 series Screenwipe went in for a game I call "news/not news". The whole show is good, so of course somebody posted the whole show. And of course there's a dig at Fox News. Why wouldn't there be?

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

(Or if you just can't be bothered, here's the part that takes the piss out of Bill O'Reilly. For a better representation of Brooker's style, here's his view of the British media's Madeline McCann coverage. Nice to see they're coming around to the American plan.)

American TV news used to be an FCC-mandated requirement with equal time for opposing viewpoints to keep the threat of one-sided commentary in check, and not just another whored-up profit center accountable only to ad revenues and audience ratings. My main issue with the so-called 24-hour news cycle is that the jerks spend so much time telling you what they think it all means that they often forget to tell you what happened in the first place. For that reason, Brooker's lead-off point is right on the nose: we got a better quality of information out of TV when the actually stuck to the simple idea of telling us what happened. The no-frills, guy-at-a-desk half-hour newscast might seem quaint to people in love with production bells and whistles, but I miss it more and more each day. It's not sexy, but it's important.

It's An Alcoholic Stupor, Charlie Brown!

Sure, why should I be different from anybody else (besides being a few months late)? From the marvelous Progressive Boink, here's Peanuts...by Charles Bukowski. It's so easy to have a tin ear for this type of thing, so when somebody nails it, you gotta share the love.