This is today's TV Squad Daily with Brigitte to kick off some serious judgement. Because I can. And she's awesome.
*I'm not one to judge. Okay, you know that isn't true. I'm a judgy judgerson. But for the love of all that is holy, do cats really need MySpace pages? God I hate cats. Especially subversive ones named Chairman Meow who are networking with other cats. Sickos.
*And I'm really confused by this Myspace page "Boy Cats in Love." I really just don't know how to deal with this cat social networking. It's beyond me.
*Lastly. I find this "magazine" Chocloat beyond insane. "Chocolat is good for the soul and the self, similar to the pleasure of indulging in your home. With style, energy and a sense of fun, Chocolat inspires readers to delight in decorating, organizing, entertaining and living with style in their homes." I think i just spit up a little bit.
Who knew. Funny bit on SNL, "Business Meeting". You know, there are nuggets of truth in this. Captain Pajama Shark for one. Talking Giant Turkey Subs are so rad. I love the conclusions about Human Resources and if my meetings were more like this I would be a happy man. Rain Wilson's monologue was pretty sweet too. And yes, I know this happened Saturday. Back off.
*Three words. Jennifer Love Hewitt. For no reason at all, or as The Superficial calls it, "Godzilla could be fighting Chuck Norris in the background and I wouldn't notice." Fair enough.
*Sunday I made a trip to Wal-Mart. Don't mock me you smug bastards, tell me you don't love this place. Bottom line is, I have 40 pairs of brand new socks, yo. That means 40 days of "freshie" socks. Look me in the eye and tell me that having new socks every single day isn't the greatest thing, EVER? The way I see it, its the best 75 cents a day you can spend. And no, I would never buy freaking chicken at Wal-Mart. Only socks and underwear. Deal with it.
*I really don't care how much Al Gore killed it Sunday during the Oscars. What is important are two things. 1. How much awesome the new Diesel ads rock. Ad Freak reports, "The world’s oceans may soon be lapping at our front doors, but at least the speedboat-owning supermodels among us will be having a good time." 2. In related news, Leo DiCaprio might be Communist.
*Why doesn't it surprise me that the Skytrain doesn't make the Top 11 Underground transit systems in the world? I guess, the whole novelty of a train in the sky isn't technically "underground". But I digress. Bottom line, this confirms Vancouver's subway lameness.
*I'm still talking about this insane movie, Idiocracy. But looking at the insanity of the movie's design is pretty much another great reason to check it out.
*Trailer Park: Look, I like Luke Wilson. I like Kate Beckinsdale. I think their next film "Vacancy" is completely ridiculous. Does Adam Sandler look like Bob Dylan in "Reign Over Me" or am I nuts? Meh.
*I'm not going to lie. I've been torturing people for days by playing Avril Lavigne's new video/song "Girlfriend over and over. The lyrics are stunning: "She's like, so whatever..." The whole video is shameless. Bravo Avril. Tag, your all it.
*Remainders: New iPhone commercial, "Hello." That is so smug. Damn you Apple. Damn you to hell. The other night - fine it was a week ago - my friend Lisa was talking about Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan and how insane it would be to be working at their rehab homes. And I quote, "Rehab must be hating these bitches. " Which made me think of this: Peter Griffin does crack. Finally, the Dwight Schrute music video.
Like chocolate and peanut butter there are sometimes two tastes that totally do go well together. In this case, you've got your Goonies 'Chunk' in my '24'. And quite frankly, Jack can torture whomever the hell he wants, whenever he wants. Period.
Who knew that eating a curry and good music went so well together? I was almost distracted by the food and nearly missed catching this songstress' performance on the Brit Awards a couple of weeks ago. More than a little bit of fun and full of soul...
Died 15 years ago today. I was a young pork chop when he was alive and well and didn't know who the hell he is. Now I am the whole pig and I am a raving fan.
- A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. You think when Jesus comes back, he ever wants to see a fucking cross? Kind of like going up to Jackie Onassis with a rifle pendant on, you know.
This weeks pack of songs comes on Friday. Personally I think this is the best set yet featuring new tracks from Feist, Modest Mouse and Blonde Redhead, not to mention the stunning "Revival" by Soulsavers.
It occurs to me, while watching last night's Simpsons, via the magical technology known as PVR (Why yes, that was so in "air quotes" deal with it) that I haven't really told you about how amazing this device is. Bottom line, it changes your life, period. The fact that you can never miss things like Homer inventing "The Condiment Pen" is its own reward. Seriously, "Just click the button at the top and you can choose from ketchup, mustard, mayo, and relish." that is amazing. In your face death of TV. Oh yeah, and I'm not even going to explain how I'm now two weeks behind on 24 and Heroes but will be having marathons of both next week. It's like saving a bit of goodness for later.
On with the links:
*Did you watch Family Guy last night? Good lord please let me recap. Title, "The Tan Aquatic with Steve Zissou": Cleveland in Nixon mask, worst parent than Britney Spears using baby as ashtray, "You want fun, go home and buy a monkey", cutting in line in front of Italians, Gremlins reference leads to Fran Drescher's head exploding in microwave, Stewie tanning drinking a Tab (and can I digress with more Tab links? Tab ad from '82 with Elle Macpherson and this amazing one?), creepy Mr. Herbert plays, "see who can swallow the most Tylenol PM" with the paper boys, Terry the Tiger (not Tony), Stewie has a pencil thin mustache "the kind that says, ya I've been nude on camera what of it," diner with Martin Landau, Brokeback Mountain - from the view of the horses, Mr. Furley catches Brian putting lotion on Stewie, short disertation on lego, hand made electric razor, "Stewie Jerky", Jim Henson and wrong sounding Muppets, amazing Ferris Bueller visit to Chicago Museum of art and "Sunday Afternoon on La Grande Jatte" by Georges Seurat, and i'm done. This show still brings the funny.
*I saw this and thought it wasn't real. Then someone else noticed it. It's the poster for a new film called "Firehouse Dog". As I Watch Stuff notes, "a certain canine wearing sunglasses has me very intrigued, to say the least." Indeed.
*Even though our posting has been light around these parts recently, it hasn't stopped lots of emails. This weeks favorite might just be the link exchange request for Go Nanaimo. That's not fair, its the thought that some people wanted to invite me to thier restaurant opening in Steveston. What are you, nuts? Okay, the video 'momment' is amazing, and the chef's beard is inviting. But when did I ever say I'd be caught dead in Steveston? Please.
*This isn't really surprising, but user generated content may not quite be the genuis wave of the future that was promised. Have you been to YouTube lately? Ad Freak discusses with case study. Really. Who could have predicted? I mean look at the evolution of content from MySpace, Tila Tequila. She's just being ironic, right?
*I had to eat a Tim Horton's sandwich today. They gave me the wrong thing. It was a good thing the hot chocolate was artificially delicious. But this brings up the fact that my work doesn't have a cafeteria (they should) and that if I worked at Google New York, I'd totally eat the Bacon Krispy Kreme Burger, suckers.
*The 8 Important lessons learned from 1980's cartoons. "LESSON: Communism works!
For naysayers who point to the Former Soviet Union as proof that communism is inherently flawed, may we merely direct your attention to Smurf Village, where everyone shares everything, wears similar utilitarian clothing, battles Gargamel and his turn-Smurfs-to-gold get rich quick schemes and obeys the dictates of a bearded, red hat-wearing, benevolent authority figure. Quoth Comrade Papa: 'From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs. Really, he actually said that. " This will plague my thoughts all week.
*In defense of bacon. Copyranter explains to smug "live strong" set why bacon matters.
*Wow. John McCain's new website now with more frights. "dark neo-noir kinda thing, with just a hint of the dictatorial."
*Trailer park:Knocked Up starring Katherine Heigl. The TV commercials looked good, the trailer is ridiculously smug, "Amazing Grace". Jason Bateman is worth watching even in a movie about advertising douchebags. "The Ex."
I guess you have to figure that there is some great disturbance in the force if Britney Spears goes mental, shaves her head, and all that right? But it wasn't until I read this line over at Golden Fiddle, "Rehab in Antigua for one day, shaved head, and whore ink takes rook. It’s your move, rotting corpse of Anna Nicole Smith… Oh, well played!"
And then you wonder, as the butterfly flaps its wings in Britney's head, that you could see the effects in downtown Vancouver.
This afternoon I may have seen the following:
1. In front of the art gallery there were two urchins giving out free hugs. Apparently this happens all the time. Free hugs are, well, gross and creepy - like a newborn baby. But who would want a free hug from a guy with some blue hair?
2. Meanwhile, a couple of blocks later i saw a pair of girls with the following: Lululemons, check. Probably shouldn't have been wearing them, check. Little dogs, check. Talking on cell phones, check. Completely ridiculous, priceless.
Ever been to England? Well then, you know a lot of it is about the drinking, especially in a northern town like Manchester. It's those damn Irish immigrants. Which meant that my outing in town last night involved a variety of beers, wines and spirits, and culminated in some salsa dancing in The Village (aka Manchester's own special version of Davie Street). Now before you leap to the conclusion that I'm a lush, let me tell you that everyone else in town had the same end objective - and not the salsa. We met a man absolutely convinced that he was Diana Ross and I was Mary Queen of Scots. I think my accent may have given it away a bit in the end.
During the in between parts, there was a fantastic nightclub called the Tiger Lounge - if you are ever in town get your ass down there. There was old school funk music and r&b, plus a not too terrible cover charge. I think there were some other bars as well, but since one of the them was part of the Slug and Lettuce pub chain (yes, it was as terrible as the name implies), it's better not to dwell on them.
The night ended with a rather unwise decision to indulge in some fried chicken from a place called McTucky's. So good at the time, but I suspect that the cold light of day would tell a different story. But since it seemed that the entire city was lined up to eat, I think the food poisoning was off the cards, at least for the time being.
A special shout out for Alison Mulford and Mark Wood for helping the debauchery go down so well - you guys rock!
Thought I'd do things differently this week and post on a Thursday. Mainly because I didn't want three consecutive playlists back to back (it's depressing that I'm the only one putting stuff up here) and secondly because I didn't get around to it.
This weeks sixpack has some fun stuff in it, so enjoy!
One of the things about a lame period of non-blogging, are just how much fun it is to randomly link stuff. I mean, lets just do this:
1. Did the day really begin today with three episodes of 24 Season 2? Yes, yes they did. Did that mean the first look at news really was 24 Hours? Yes, yes it was. Was the cover story today really about people protesting the Olympic countdown clock? Yes, yes it was. My scottish pal Oli might put this as "Totally Lame" on his own patented judgement scale.
Where the hell have I been? Great question dear readers. Apparently my less than frequent posting the past 2-weeks has been somewhat of a problem for some of you. Well, it would seem that not everyone can listen to books on tape or in this case blog all day during their regular superhero jobs. You know who you are. All this while half the staff of this site is either traveling around the globe smugly eating chocolate and beer, or having babies. Gosh.
Anyway, regular posting should start again very soon. I know, I know, you've heard that before and you've said, "your the worst blogger, ever." Possibly, but there we are. In this era where we all are broken up by the news of Anna Nicole Smith's death, and the cosmic rays that those Danes are blamming global warming on. Anyway, I'm back, sort of, and promise not to go breakin' your heart, much.
You know the drill, another week, another six pack. This weeks brings a new track from Aqualung, who is opening for Pete Yorn on Thursday night, and a track from the upcoming Willy Mason album
