A little over 5 years ago, I "feuded" with a Youngstown Internet radio station because they were lame and I had nothing better to do. I wrote an article about them for a blog I did on Valley 24, and they responded in kind by creating their own blog on the same site that quickly burned out after three glorious posts full of bugfuck insanity and tortured metaphors. Some weird glitch on the site has since rendered all of this old content unreadable, but the text still exists in the source HTML, so I've decided to replicate it here for your enjoyment.
Note: I discovered a bookmark to this old stuff today while cleaning out my bookmarks folder. Again: nothing better to do.( Read more...Collapse )
Where is everyone blogging these days?
This song always makes me think of journeys west and new beginnings.
Oh, and anything not claimed by the end of Friday, May 20th will be donated to somewhere. Maybe a roaring fire.
Here they are:
Dodsworth by Sinclair Lewis
Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Night Shift by Stephen King
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis
Main Street by Sinclair Lewis
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Burton on Burton by Mark Salisbury
A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon
Eleven by Patricia Highsmith
Just a note: Since I'm incredibly busy, I will send these things out at some point before I move. You may be waiting a few weeks.
Oh, and I'll be updating this as the e-mails (hopefully) start rolling in.
But I'm much happier now. Enjoy!
You should also watch it. Santa Claus is on DVD, Netflix Instant Watch, and here:
I think Santa Claus Conquers the Martians is the more popular of the two MST3K Christmas episodes, but that's mainly because the movie has a weird Baby Boomer cult thing going for it. But Martians is dull and plodding and grating, even if it still makes for a funny episode. (Cinematic Titanic revisited it 16 years later and improved things a little.)
Santa Claus involves the titular hero fighting the devil on Christmas Eve for the fate of children's souls, and it's mostly carried by this premise alone and its inherent creepiness. And just like in Martians, Santa Claus himself is insane and bipolar and terrible at his job. Then it gets weird. Just watch it so I have something to talk to someone about.
Anyway, much discussion was had about their hit single "I Alone," which was a radio-friendly ditty that you could easily listen to with your mom -- provided she had some tolerance for empty angst. The video, on the other hand, revolves entirely around the unique premise of a bald, shirtless man writhing around and smooshing his face and junk while the world dies around him. Whenever I watch it I can't help but hear the sounds of Hank Hill being horrified somewhere deep within my brain: "Gah! Someone needs to tell that twig boy to put on a shirt!"
If you lived through the 90s, you probably saw this video at least 30,000 times. I know I did. But going back and watching it again some whatever years later, I can't help but be dumbstruck once again by Live's poor drummer, who, without his drums, is forced to wander through the video in a futile attempt to not look awkward. Granted, Live's frontman Ratboy Jr. sure can cause a distraction, but if you pay attention to the drummer through the whole video, you can't help but feel his plight.
But really, no analysis of the I Alone video is better than this one:
In closing: Hey, remember the 90s? *tosses jacket casually over shoulder*