Another Senseless Drive-By Posting....

I just happened to be passing through and thought, well, this is my blog after all, so why not?

There are particular images, stories or little vidclips that you see on other blogs, other boards, other sites that post such things and think to yourself that these are so off-the-wall, nonsensical, ridiculous and just plain stupid that they are, in and of themselves (and many times in spite of themselves), entertaining.

Because of this fact, there ARE such blogs, websites and so on; places that post items that have no context to any linear train of thought or ideal. I know, this is the Internet - a place where you don't have to have a thought in your head to make your ideas world knowledge...just look at Paris Hilton. As long as you can cut-and-paste and push the "PUBLISH POST" button, you're already a celebrity.

But this is where my thoughts on the matter become a little less rosy. Are we devolving as a generation? Are we dumbing ourselves so far down the evolutionary track as far as thinking, problem-solving creatures that we are content to sit in front of a computer screen and click our mouses to our hearts' content that we've lost our ability to be entertained by an intricate, cohesive or even coherent ideology?

"hee hee... look at that squirrel with the big testicles picture... funny... hee hee..."

Growing up, I was into the satirical, sardonic and often quite funny cartoon shows the likes of "Rocky and Bullwinkle", "Bugs Bunny", "Pink Panther" and even "Jonny Quest" and "Speed Racer", which at least had plot-lines you could follow, be entertained by and worked on the same principle as your average action-packed comic book.

The other day I looked at Cartoon Network, which at one time showed the aforementioned cartoons and was loved by me for it (thank GOD for Boomerang!), but now shows "stuff" the likes of "Chowder", "Flapjack", "Johnny Test" (definitely NOT to be confused with "Jonny Quest"), "Chop Socky Chooks" and a whole slew of others that don't hold a candle to the good old days.

They just aren't funny, you kids. What the heck are you little twerps laughing at?!! Jeez....

I guess what I'm getting at is that we, as a people, will laugh at anything anymore as long as it is gross enough, stupid enough, scatalogical enough and just plain loud enough. This seems to have been the basis of the Jason Friedberg/Aaron Seltzer oeuvre, not to mention the output of most hit TV shows in the last 30 years, so why mess with a proven formula, right?

...

Uh, what was it I was posting about originally?....

Oh, yeah - I had to share this picture:


















See, I never promised to have the answer to the problem. Just call me a co-conspirator.

Dope out.

-TGWD

"aren't asians great?" by gwen stefani

omg hilarious. i love bobby lee so much

"aren't asians great?" by gwen stefani

omg hilarious. i love bobby lee so much

improved!

eee I love these lunch boxes. I hate bringing my food in tupperware b/c it seems so space-inefficient + I love at the asian market how they have stackable lunch boxes = my love for the lunch boxes below. otherwise how can I bring sushi and dumplings to lunch? I am stuck with sandwiches (borrrinnggg) (but yummy). but now I can bring these!

improved!

eee I love these lunch boxes. I hate bringing my food in tupperware b/c it seems so space-inefficient + I love at the asian market how they have stackable lunch boxes = my love for the lunch boxes below. otherwise how can I bring sushi and dumplings to lunch? I am stuck with sandwiches (borrrinnggg) (but yummy). but now I can bring these!

just because.

Michael Ian Black is hilarious. but stella comedy is even funnier. so, a recent blog from mib about going to the amusement park, then the stella "amusement park." (although the stella is from their show on comedy central and totally not as funny as their internet shorts)


Because school starts next week, as an end-of-summer treat, yesterday we took the kids to a local water/amusement park. Lake Compounce is located in Bristol, CT (proud home of ESPN), and it was surprisingly awesome. Normally when I think “local amusement park,” I think “potential place to contract trench foot,” but Lake Compounce is clean and well-maintained. Even the floating Band-Aids in the wading pool were less pus-filled than normal.

The highpoint of the day came for me when my seven year old son announced he wanted to ride his first grown-up roller coaster, a wooden jobber called “The Wildcat.” It’s a very proud moment for a father when his son tells him he wants to brave a roller coaster. The low point came when we actually rode the thing, and I realized that while my son was thrilled, I was actually terrified. Those old coasters are absolutely brutal. After the first drop, I really thought I’d suffered whiplash. By the first turn, I was sure I had. When did I turn into one of those people who gets off a roller coaster concerned about whiplash? Answer: yesterday. Also of concern was damage to my spine, ribs, and spleen. I honestly felt like the roller coaster molested me.

When my newly minted second grader asked me if I thought the ride was as awesome as he did, what was I supposed to say? That daddy is a pussy? No, I couldn’t do that. He’ll find that out soon enough. I assured him that, yes it was awesome, and when he asked if we could ride again, I said almost without pause, “Absolutely.” Then I said, “In a little while,” which is what you say to your children when you are encouraging their immature short-term memories to fail. But of course he did not forget, even hours later after I had distracted him with Whack-A-Mole and cotton candy.

A child’s memory is a curious thing. Last night, for example, after he had been in the bathtub long enough, I told him to get out and dry himself off. Not thirty seconds later I came back in to check on him. He was still in the tub. “Why didn’t you get out of the tub when I asked?” I said. “I forgot,” he said.

My daughter also enjoyed the amusement park. She is five, thankfully still too short to ride roller coasters and other things whose sole purpose on this earth is to make me throw up. She spent much of her time with my wife at the children’s area. Is there a children’s roller coaster? There is. Did we ride it as a family? We did. Despite its small size and miniscule thrill factor, was it still kind of scary? I plead the Fifth.

Rides are terrible. Ultimately, what is their raison d’etre? I will tell you what: to make me feel even worse about myself than I already do. I never need to experience gravitational forces greater than the ones I am already dealing with. I already feel the weight of the world on my shoulders; one Earth G is plenty, thank you.. When you add more, and then throw nausea on top of that, I’m not necessarily thinking to myself, “This is great!” What I’m usually thinking is, “Please make it stop.”

Certain rides are fun: the Ferris Wheel comes to mind. I am not one of those ninnies who is afraid of heights. Everything else, yes, but not heights. The Ferris Wheel, in my book, is a relaxing way to get a view of the surrounding countryside and to spit on people’s heads. So we did that. Another good ride? The carousel. As long as it doesn’t go too fast. Also, any miniature train. I like those because miniature train are not scary, even when the engineer is kind of drunk, as ours appeared to be. Monorails, on the other hand, are terrifying. Thank God they didn’t have one.

As the day ended, my son was in an uproar about my promise to go back on the Wildcat with him. My wife refused to ride in my stead, particularly after I described how I was bleeding from my ass after my last trip. Plus, she’s an even bigger pussy than me, and considerably older. I was worried her frail heart might give out, so in a generous concession to her age, I agreed to get back on the stupid roller coaster with my stupid son. The line was short, and within about ten minutes we were strapped in. I tricked him into sitting closer to the front than we had last time, reasoning that sitting in the back of the roller coaster is probably like sitting in the back of the bus. My thinking was that if we sat more towards the middle, maybe the ride would be smoother. No. It was still bone-rattling and awful. I chipped most of my teeth and fractured my tail bone, but when we got off and my son asked if it was even more awesome the second time than the first, I said yes, and when he asked if we could ride just one more time, I said no. “No,” I said, “Because if we ride it again, Daddy is going to die.”

School can’t start soon enough.


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just because.

Michael Ian Black is hilarious. but stella comedy is even funnier. so, a recent blog from mib about going to the amusement park, then the stella "amusement park." (although the stella is from their show on comedy central and totally not as funny as their internet shorts)


Because school starts next week, as an end-of-summer treat, yesterday we took the kids to a local water/amusement park. Lake Compounce is located in Bristol, CT (proud home of ESPN), and it was surprisingly awesome. Normally when I think “local amusement park,” I think “potential place to contract trench foot,” but Lake Compounce is clean and well-maintained. Even the floating Band-Aids in the wading pool were less pus-filled than normal.

The highpoint of the day came for me when my seven year old son announced he wanted to ride his first grown-up roller coaster, a wooden jobber called “The Wildcat.” It’s a very proud moment for a father when his son tells him he wants to brave a roller coaster. The low point came when we actually rode the thing, and I realized that while my son was thrilled, I was actually terrified. Those old coasters are absolutely brutal. After the first drop, I really thought I’d suffered whiplash. By the first turn, I was sure I had. When did I turn into one of those people who gets off a roller coaster concerned about whiplash? Answer: yesterday. Also of concern was damage to my spine, ribs, and spleen. I honestly felt like the roller coaster molested me.

When my newly minted second grader asked me if I thought the ride was as awesome as he did, what was I supposed to say? That daddy is a pussy? No, I couldn’t do that. He’ll find that out soon enough. I assured him that, yes it was awesome, and when he asked if we could ride again, I said almost without pause, “Absolutely.” Then I said, “In a little while,” which is what you say to your children when you are encouraging their immature short-term memories to fail. But of course he did not forget, even hours later after I had distracted him with Whack-A-Mole and cotton candy.

A child’s memory is a curious thing. Last night, for example, after he had been in the bathtub long enough, I told him to get out and dry himself off. Not thirty seconds later I came back in to check on him. He was still in the tub. “Why didn’t you get out of the tub when I asked?” I said. “I forgot,” he said.

My daughter also enjoyed the amusement park. She is five, thankfully still too short to ride roller coasters and other things whose sole purpose on this earth is to make me throw up. She spent much of her time with my wife at the children’s area. Is there a children’s roller coaster? There is. Did we ride it as a family? We did. Despite its small size and miniscule thrill factor, was it still kind of scary? I plead the Fifth.

Rides are terrible. Ultimately, what is their raison d’etre? I will tell you what: to make me feel even worse about myself than I already do. I never need to experience gravitational forces greater than the ones I am already dealing with. I already feel the weight of the world on my shoulders; one Earth G is plenty, thank you.. When you add more, and then throw nausea on top of that, I’m not necessarily thinking to myself, “This is great!” What I’m usually thinking is, “Please make it stop.”

Certain rides are fun: the Ferris Wheel comes to mind. I am not one of those ninnies who is afraid of heights. Everything else, yes, but not heights. The Ferris Wheel, in my book, is a relaxing way to get a view of the surrounding countryside and to spit on people’s heads. So we did that. Another good ride? The carousel. As long as it doesn’t go too fast. Also, any miniature train. I like those because miniature train are not scary, even when the engineer is kind of drunk, as ours appeared to be. Monorails, on the other hand, are terrifying. Thank God they didn’t have one.

As the day ended, my son was in an uproar about my promise to go back on the Wildcat with him. My wife refused to ride in my stead, particularly after I described how I was bleeding from my ass after my last trip. Plus, she’s an even bigger pussy than me, and considerably older. I was worried her frail heart might give out, so in a generous concession to her age, I agreed to get back on the stupid roller coaster with my stupid son. The line was short, and within about ten minutes we were strapped in. I tricked him into sitting closer to the front than we had last time, reasoning that sitting in the back of the roller coaster is probably like sitting in the back of the bus. My thinking was that if we sat more towards the middle, maybe the ride would be smoother. No. It was still bone-rattling and awful. I chipped most of my teeth and fractured my tail bone, but when we got off and my son asked if it was even more awesome the second time than the first, I said yes, and when he asked if we could ride just one more time, I said no. “No,” I said, “Because if we ride it again, Daddy is going to die.”

School can’t start soon enough.


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Polysics?

Reading the title for this post, you may think I've discovered a new plastic extruding plant or even an ISO 9001 certified tech corp.

But actually, Polysics is a band from Japan that specializes in...well, it's kind of hard to explain. But having just recently discovered them, I find myself enamored by their style. For the uninitiated, think of it as a throwback to early '80s punk/New Wave.

And what kind of host would I be without giving you a few examples?

Here's some select vids, starting with one I posted a few posts back; their cover of Styx's "Mr. Roboto"...



Now, on to the more unusual fare:

"I My Me Mine"...



"Electric Surfing Go Go"...



"Pretty Good"...



"Baby Bias"...



and my new favorite song, "Catch on Everywhere" (which it should, actually.)



Like it?

Dope out.

-TGWD

Lambada GR

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Χτες είχα λίγο ελεύθερο χρόνο και έβλεπα videos στο youtube. Ψάχνοντας να δω το video-clip από το κλασικό "Lambada" των Kaoma, "έπεσα" σε αυτό το εντελώς surreal video με Έλληνες celebrities της μουσικής των 80s να χορεύουν lambada στην εκπομπή "Μια Καλημέρα Είναι Αυτή" της ΕΡΤ1, με παρουσιαστές τον Δήμο Μυλωνά και την Ρούλα Κορομηλά. Θέλετε να πω τα ζευγάρια ανάμεσα στα άλλα? Ένα θα πω: Στράτος Διονυσίου με Μπέσσυ Αργυράκη!!! Κοπήκατε? Is this a cult file or not? :-) Στο video διακρίνονται η Αλέξια, Πωλίνα, Κωνσταντίνα, Λευτέρης Πανταζής, Λιζέτα Νικολάου, Άγγελος Διονυσίου, Ελπίδα, Σοφία Αρβανίτη, Δάκης, Γιώργος Γερολυμάτος...

Απολαύστε το στο παρακάτω link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoW3sjkVaUw

Oρίστε και το original video από τους Kaoma για να έρθουμε λίγο στα ίσια μας. Πολύ αγαπημένο τραγούδι by the way, που κουβαλάει πολλές αναμνήσεις!

lady nasty approves

oh damn. how do these make you feel?
lady nasty thinks they're the classiest thing she ever saw. la dynasty thinks they should be buried deep in the earth's core and never see the light of day. lady nasty wins!!!!

if you want to buy them so you can store your blow you cokeheads: http://www.bijulesnyc.com/store_item/items-10726-nail-ring

ps I just found out that calling blow "white girl" the new thing in the hip hop world. hayyy

UPDATE: I just found this to add to lady nasty's personal jewelry collection. AND it's vivienne westwood!

lady nasty approves

oh damn. how do these make you feel?
lady nasty thinks they're the classiest thing she ever saw. la dynasty thinks they should be buried deep in the earth's core and never see the light of day. lady nasty wins!!!!

if you want to buy them so you can store your blow you cokeheads: http://www.bijulesnyc.com/store_item/items-10726-nail-ring

ps I just found out that calling blow "white girl" the new thing in the hip hop world. hayyy

UPDATE: I just found this to add to lady nasty's personal jewelry collection. AND it's vivienne westwood!

le samourai

I recently came across an article about the french new wave/neo-noir film by jean-pierre melville that basically is a "how to dress like a 1960s lone assassain" which is pretty sweet, but I remembered how much I loveddd the movie when I saw it a couple years ago.

I am lazy and don't feel like typing it, but definitely netflix it and read the wikipedia and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I did.


plus I heart this movie times 10 b/c it has an IRC (interracial couple), which is my favorite. oh wait, actually I love gay IRCs more. also b/c it has 60s clothing, which I think is beautiful and classy. plus, for an action film, it really only has about 3 or 4 "action" scenes. it is quiet, in a good way. but still v. anticipating. plus, how can you not love anything from the 60s that incorporated samurai thinking/spartan living?

le samourai

I recently came across an article about the french new wave/neo-noir film by jean-pierre melville that basically is a "how to dress like a 1960s lone assassain" which is pretty sweet, but I remembered how much I loveddd the movie when I saw it a couple years ago.

I am lazy and don't feel like typing it, but definitely netflix it and read the wikipedia and I am sure you will enjoy it as much as I did.


plus I heart this movie times 10 b/c it has an IRC (interracial couple), which is my favorite. oh wait, actually I love gay IRCs more. also b/c it has 60s clothing, which I think is beautiful and classy. plus, for an action film, it really only has about 3 or 4 "action" scenes. it is quiet, in a good way. but still v. anticipating. plus, how can you not love anything from the 60s that incorporated samurai thinking/spartan living?

wonder woman part 2

oh hai there dita. remember this post where we talked about how dita was designing 3 styles for wonderbra (but only in the UK and France you fuckers.)? well, here they are!

The collection includes 3 distinct styles:

Satin-Teese: is a return to classic elegance and retro glamour that comes in two colours; soft peach and dove grey, and offers the 50’s top wire design

Multi-Teese: a provocative, multi-talented set in black which allows the wearer to arrange the straps a multitude of ways, this range features a unique quick-release magnetic closure on both the bra and the bottom, making daring stripteases a cinch

Spot-Teese: a fun and flirty range featuring a casino chip motif in caramel, overlaid with a sexy sheer black tulle and accented with a floral detail that can decorate the bra or brief

my personal fave:

wonder woman part 2

oh hai there dita. remember this post where we talked about how dita was designing 3 styles for wonderbra (but only in the UK and France you fuckers.)? well, here they are!

The collection includes 3 distinct styles:

Satin-Teese: is a return to classic elegance and retro glamour that comes in two colours; soft peach and dove grey, and offers the 50’s top wire design

Multi-Teese: a provocative, multi-talented set in black which allows the wearer to arrange the straps a multitude of ways, this range features a unique quick-release magnetic closure on both the bra and the bottom, making daring stripteases a cinch

Spot-Teese: a fun and flirty range featuring a casino chip motif in caramel, overlaid with a sexy sheer black tulle and accented with a floral detail that can decorate the bra or brief

my personal fave:

lourdes dresses cool

I know other blogs have posted about how fuckin cool lourdes (madonna's daughter) dresses seeing as she is only like 12 years old, but I thought I'd add to that. I know she has a trillion dollars, but still, that bitch is fly!!!

lourdes dresses cool

I know other blogs have posted about how fuckin cool lourdes (madonna's daughter) dresses seeing as she is only like 12 years old, but I thought I'd add to that. I know she has a trillion dollars, but still, that bitch is fly!!!

unicorn jones' outfit roundup -- 08/16

unicorn jones' outfit roundup -- 08/16

. . . the lady that's known as Lou

usually I find poetry tedious and boring, but sometimes I come across a poem that I love (hello j. alfred prufrock). also I was never into the 1800s wild west sort of shit (except for I want a framed picture of me, mr jones, and our titty MisMis dressed up in one of those sepia sears photo shoots from a saloon), but after reading this lovely bit I kinda can see how people romanticize it.

The Shooting Of Dan McGrew by Robert Service

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.

read the rest of it here (sorta long)

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and here are some of those old-timey horribly wonderful fake photo shoots that people in the midwest get done from jc penney.

. . . the lady that's known as Lou

usually I find poetry tedious and boring, but sometimes I come across a poem that I love (hello j. alfred prufrock). also I was never into the 1800s wild west sort of shit (except for I want a framed picture of me, mr jones, and our titty MisMis dressed up in one of those sepia sears photo shoots from a saloon), but after reading this lovely bit I kinda can see how people romanticize it.

The Shooting Of Dan McGrew by Robert Service

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.

read the rest of it here (sorta long)

-------

and here are some of those old-timey horribly wonderful fake photo shoots that people in the midwest get done from jc penney.