I’ve posted the first episode a while back but David R (new to my blogroll!) had all of them up. And now I do too. I love the irony as they grow in popularity the more elaborate their “magic tricks” become:
Category Archives: Celebs and Media
O-scars
If you caught the Canadians on the Red Carpet, Ben Mulroney and Jeannie Bekker, you got to see ol’ Pez Head Bekker doing her best brown nosing to all who would listen to her. Her reusable line to suck up to the stars was “Who are you wearing? Oh Designer X! Who better than Designer X can make a gown!” I think she forgot that we as a nation were watching her hand that tired platitude out to all of Hollywood over and over again. I almost (ALMOST) yearned for Ben to say something, anything to stop the vapid prattle coming out of Pez-Head’s flappy Canadian mouth. After 5 minutes of ADD-style jumping back and forth between the Ground Zero twits and the useless two twits “above the red carpet”, I turned on my Wii to await the start of the Oscars.
John Steward. Please stay. Smart funny. All the embarrassing shtick was left to Steve Carrell to die a slow death while on live tv.
What was up with all the Enchanted songs? Was that it for music this year?
No real surprises except for Twyla for Best Supporting Actress. And a nice nod to gaydom at the last acceptance speech.
bigger better stronger faster
To start, for all those who don’t care about the iPhone… Jane Fonda dropped the C-Bomb on the Today Show. You don’t need to read the rest.
Apologies if there’s weird spelling, I’m on the iPhone.
Last week I borked my phone so badly that turning it on created a flurry of operating system text to scoll by instead of the pretty pretty icons. I was understandably upset. But I managed to restore the phone back to factory settings with a huge sigh of relief.
Then I tried again.
This time I stuck with unlock.iPhone.no, word for word and here I am! I’m never going to use any other unlocking method other than what these guys post. They’ve saved my iButt many times.
I hope that in the near future, someone documents the rise of these super hackers and their struggle with apple, the lurking noons and even themselves. It would read as a soap opera for geeks. There’s been back stabbing, stealing, love affairs, triumphant successes resulting in big money buyouts (Geohot’s new job and car), more stealing, rallying, and even more stealing. The only thing missing is the shirtless guys (Thankfully. Some of these hackers are basement dwellers)
We’ll Always Have Bikini Bottom
Via BoingBoing: Spongebob Actors perfectly dub old movie classics – Brilliant!
Youtube took it down by request of the producers! Be the man!
Anonymous
Scientology is under attack, people!
A group (?) calling itself Anonymous is dropping video onto YouTube with powerful threats (?) against the church (?). They’re calling for world demonstrations outside Scientology centres on February 10th and go on to make veiled threats of the church’s collapse.
Okay, whatever. What makes me makes me squirm with delight is the way they’re delivering their threats. Perhaps they’ve read William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition but there are definite similarities: PR is about masses of people speculating on the appearance of anonymous, yet beautifully shot movie clips showing up on the web. Are they part of a larger movie? If so, how are they to be assembled? Who is sending them? I won’t spoil the book but in the end, all that matters is swept away leaving the players naked and unsatisfied.
Broken Pencil Deathmatch
Go and vote for my niece, Emma Healey. Her story really struck a chord with me because of the very very small access to a window from my cube that I have. These wintery days, at 8:35am I have direct sunlight for 7 minutes and I am utterly distracted and want to be outside being a comma, a punctuation to someone’s street.
Moment of Truf
Did you catch this game show last night? It’s like Jerry Springer with inflicted dramatic pauses so big, our cat’s stomach could drive a semi sideways through them. You knew it was going to be bad when the opening credits had the host, Mark “Not That” Walberg, shout the show’s name straight up into a ceiling mounted camera (a la Colbert Report but without the twisty torso)!
The premise is that a contestant takes a polygraph of 50 questions and of those 50, twenty one are used to be re-issued to our poor sap so s/he has an opportunity to respond truthfully to them in front of their family and the world. Sounds complicated? Well it is. If they decide to use the question “Have you ever done anything that might make your wife no longer trust you?” it may make you squirm and may make you say “No!” but your polygraph prior to the show knows better. One wrong “answer” will make you lose all your dosh. I’m surprised at the level of complexity of this game considering it came from Fox.
Still confused? A round of questions went like this: last night’s rube was an ex-pro football player. With him he had his best friend (male) a good friend (female) and his wife sitting in with him. The first round of questions were innoccuous enough: “Have you ever hit someone’s car and not stayed to report it?”
LONG PAUSE
Football player: Yes.
Vaguely Computerized Woman’s Voice: That statement is (even longer pause with shots of wife, husband and friends looking worried that they’ll not get a cut of the cash) …TRUE!
On and on the questions go ramping up in raunchiness, until he got: “Have you ever looked at another man’s private parts when showering with them?” Well duh! Get me on that show! Chaching $10,000 easy.
We shut it off at “Have you ever suspected your friends of making a play for your wife?” with the world’s most sheepish friend looking down at the floor. Shots of the wife looking over at the female friend telegraphed the thought between them that in a few moments the drunken fourway in the hot tub over New Years Eve was going to be aired on national TV very soon.
Grab Bag!
No, not another post about the showers at the Y.
I’m actually going back to the Y in the morning again. I think I’ve waited long enough for the New Year’s Resolution rush to pass. There was virtually nobody there this morning.
Last Thursday I had my first class at Bad Dog’s Writing for Stand Up with Dawn Whitwell. I liked it, so far: it’s like improv but sitting down. We were asked to relate two stories (one verbal, one written in a stream of consciousness style) to the class and both of them were about me crying like a baby in public. Awkward? Check! Funny? Only the bit about my brother’s gay 70’s moustache and his career as a Gay Russian History professor got the biggest laughs. I learned that you don’t fucking make jokes about people with RLS, it’s NOT FUCKING FUNNY. This week we’ll be dissecting a comic’s delivery. There are two people in my class I recognize from Video On Trial and other Much Music shows. I’m star stuck!
I’m loving Flickr. I love being able to flash up a photo and have groups of strangers view stuff I find funny, weird or beautiful. I know… 5 years too late for this trend. But I’m grooving on it, none the less. I’ve joined a few groups like “Gays and their iPhones”, “12 Months, Your Very Best” and “Sexy Men of Sci Fi”.
Speaking of which, I got a shot of the new restaurant opening steps away from my house called Chew Chew! It has a big train mural on the side of the building, duh! I’m not to warm to the colours they used for the walls, but the place looks clean and brushed metal new so I’m hopeful. I think they’ll be open by tomorrow!
Still off Facebook/Twitter/IM apps. Leave me alone! No, better yet. You come to me!
Da is still ok. He’s eating again, but not anything like glass or nitro. He meets with the surgeon tomorrow to see if he can bump up the operation. Hi Dalton!
The Vegas/Palm Springs/LA trip looms closer. So far, I’ve lost $1000+ dollars on my iPhone Blackjack game. Very telling. I guess I should stick to the nickel machines.
I’m incensed that I wasn’t chosen for Test the Nation – Bloggers. Actually I’m really glad they won. Though I probably would have brought their average up with my 50 out of 60 questions right, but never mind. I’ll just continue to blog over here about nothing at all. Which makes me wonder what the hell I’ve been doing with this site for the last 5 years.
Robot High School
One continuous take with very little digital effects only used for clean up? Wicked!
From Robot High School (via boingboing)