Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Panique au Village!

Everone, stop what you're doing right now and see a movie named "A Town Called Panic". Here's the trailer:



What the shit is this movie about, you ask? Well, having seen it, it's still hard to say really. But it has a cowboy and indian and grumpy horse who live in a house together and these frogmen steal their walls and then their neighbor makes her husband a breakfast of Nutella on bread that covers the entire table and their farm animals all sleep in little beds with little sheep pajamas at night and they use pigs as weapons and fire them in a house until it explodes! Does it make sense to you? Because it should make perfect sense! Bears!


Please, if you have the chance, and are someone who enjoys laughing and fun things and bears and screaming and action figures and especially if you enjoy bricks (not the cocaine kind) and or grumpy farmers (not on cocaine either), please go see this. Because this movie will love you more than you will ever love yourself. I promise.

Starting (Again)

Hello. I'm wondering if anyone will even notice that I've posted on my blog, because it's been more than a year since my last post. But I came across this today and have decided to start writing here again, even if nobody notices. I think this place was a really nice outlet for my thoughts and silly Hot Pocket experiments (may they rest in peace) so I'm going to continue them! In less than a week I'm going on a spectacular road trip, so perhaps I'll make a bit of a travelogue documenting my thoughts and adventures and experiments that arise from that trip.

Right now though, I'm starting these playlists. I had this idea years ago to make playlists not for a person or a type of music but instead making playlists built around a thought, or a time of day, or a place and to play them during their corresponding moments on a road trip. So I'm starting to make some in preparation for this trip. I don't have the list of ideas that I came up with, but here's some that I remember:

Windy coastal road

The mountains at night

Everybody's grumpy and needs to remember that they love each other

Stay awake

Sunset

It's fucking hot out


There's some more, but those are what I remember. I'm really excited to start making them! Alright, blog, that's all for now, but I promise I'll be back soon for another nice post.
Love,
-Pip

Monday, June 22, 2009

Harry Potter The Musical

Who loves theatre? (Braden) Who loves musicals? (perverts) Who wants to waste far too much time watching this video of some people who made a Harry Potter musical?! No one? Okay. Just me then, I guess. See you in two hours, stupid people who don't want to watch this...

Friday, June 19, 2009

some wonderful things made







Braden and Sara are the most beautiful of all beauties.

Sometimes I listen to Andrew Bird while napping

Bonnaroo was so fantastic! I would post a full recap but that would take too long and no one would want to read the whole thing, so I'll make a list of the best parts (people like lists, right?):

strange torrential rain the first day
this:

straw hats
David Byrne wearing a tutu while singing "Burning Down the House"
The Mars Volta (especially their strangely sexy and funny lead singer)
Katzenjammer
sweaty morning yoga
making Spaghett!ios hobo-style
taking a beautiful nap while Andrew Bird was playing
seeing Max Weinberg drum it up
Michael and Michael (and Aziz!)
dancing frantically on a board to Okkervil River
imagining Parker's day alone, montage style
quesadillas
half-priced hotdogs
quackerz
long discussions of motorboating
Raffi on the ride home

Friday, May 29, 2009

Throw Your Hands Up Batman

Throw 'em up!

Work Harder!

love,
Beyonce, Kelly, Michelle, and the ugly one
xxxoxooxxxo

PS: if you're messing around with that Yooouuu Tuuube thing, never, I repeat NEVER try it with "Pop" by N*SYNC. You are warned.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Cutelander

There can be only one. You have thirty seconds to decide which of the following animals get to live. You are only allowed to pick one. If you don't choose, all of them will be killed in horrible ways along with your family.

Here are your candidates...

1.) Slow Loris:



2.) Pygmy Jerboa:



3.) Francois Leaf-Monkey:



4.) Baby Sloth:



Your 30 seconds start...now.

Beautiful

I just got back from watching Star Trek (again) which inspired me to search for old Star Trek clips on YouTube, which led me to this video:



Ladies and Gentlemen, I think I have reached the end of the internet. It can get no better than this. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to watch some TOS. If you don't hear from me again, it is because I have lost what little remains of my sanity. Spock out.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben

I just found this through Jorge Garcia's Blog and it made me really happy so I though I'd share it with you all even though you all are probably sick of my Benjamin Linus-loving by now. I obviously don't care about your boredom, because here it comes: Ben...Simpsons style.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

I'm about to have been back

I just realized it has been almost a month since I posted on here! Oh boy, you guys, my bad. I didn't abandon you so don't feel like I did. I just haven't had internet because your mother left me so I have been living outside the 7-Eleven. But I will continue to post here and I still love you.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Douche Dads!

I was rewatching the latest episode of Lost today (spoiler alert for people who are still very very behind on Lost...just skip to the very bottom until you're caught up). Anywho, at one point, Dr. Pierre Chang was being a douche to Hurley and Miles and Hurley goes "Dude, that guy is a total douche" (I'm paraphrasing, so I don't know if that's completely right) and Miles says "That douche is my dad." (cue dramatic crescendo). I yelled at my mom "This episode just should have been named 'That Douche is My Dad'". This whole turn of events led to me thinking in general about dads on the show. Think about any dad you know that is on Lost and odds are they are a complete douche: Mile's dad, Locke's dad, Sawyer's dad, Jack's (and Claire's) dad, Ben's dad, Sun's dad, Penny's dad, Kate's (step)dad, Hurley's dad, Ben, Sawyer, Michael...each and every one of them are douche-tastic. I'm sure there are many many more but these are just off the top of my head. Wow, that was a long set up but the point is, I am hereby declaring that Lost will henceforth be called Douche Dads. I even have a theme song!


(to the tune of the MacGrubber theme song)

Douche Dads!
Douchein' it up and and douchey douche a douche douchey-douche.
Douche Dads!
We'll steal your kidneys you'll blow us up and then you'll go to jail.
Douche Dads!
Shoot Ana Lucia just to try to get your kid back.
Douche Dads!
Drinkin' and drinkin' shoot your wife and then you'll shoot yourself.
Douche Daaaads!
(generally you can just make this song as long as you feel like making it. Just keep adding douche-ridden lyrics and you've got it.)

TAKE IT TO THE STREETS!


NO MORE SPOILERZ PROBABLY FROM NOW ON EXCEPT KANYE SPOILERS YOU GUYS


Also, I saw this today:



KANYE IS THE SMOKE MONSTER! (I know this sort of conflicts with my contention that DeVito is the smoke monster, but you don't think they could BOTH be the smoke monster?! They could and they are.)

an unnecessary rant in defense of the fan(boy)

Before we begin, I have two things to address: (1) I realize that is is a response to a review written over two months ago. Old news. Why should I even bother writing about it? Because it made me very very sad. The internet seems to be ruining my happiness lately. (First the old man 30 Rock lover is a sex offender and now this?) (2) I don't necessarily consider myself a Star Wars geek (though I have been known to make a mean tauntaun quip in my day), but I have fanboyish tendencies towards many things, so perhaps that is why this Ebert review upset me so much.

I have a bit of a beef to pick with Roger Ebert, who you may remember from my blog as the best person ever to exist. I watched Fanboys last night and enjoyed it. It wasn't a brilliant movie, but it was amusing and entertaining. Then this morning I read Roger Ebert's review of the movie. You might not want to read it. It made me very unhappy, mainly because I have such faith in Ebert, even when he is praising movies like Paul Blart: Mall Cop. I can still appreciate his reviews even when I disagree wholeheartedly with him because he is generally very consistent in how he watches movies. He critiques movies based on what they aim to be. It isn't, for instance, correct to compare a movie like Paul Blart to Ben-Hur. They are not trying to be the same thing, and thus it would be unfair to treat them alike, regardless of the quality of both movies. This is where my beef with Ebert's review of Fanboys comes into play. It seemed to me that his entire dislike of the movie stemmed from his dislike of the people it tries to depict. Before he even begins to critique the movie, he starts with a critique of fandom devotees (awkward terminology, I know, but I'm trying to differentiate here between the category of people and the movie, and it is hard so give me a break). Here's what he has to say about fanboys (lowercase f): "If you know absolutely all the trivia about your cubbyhole of pop culture, it saves you from having to know anything about anything else. That's why it's excruciatingly boring to talk to such people: They're always asking you questions they know the answer to."

This is okay in itself. Ebert does not have to enjoy these people. But, as a critic, he should understand that this movie is made for these people just as Paul Blart is made for the kind of person who goes to see that movie. He should have reviewed it with that in mind, as he usually does. But he just doesn't seem to be able to get over this.

"Its primary flaw is that it's not critical. It is a celebration of an idiotic lifestyle, and I don't think it knows it..."

No, I'm pretty sure Fanboys realized it is a celebration of this lifestyle. It just doesn't (as Ebert obviously does) think that lifestyle is "idiotic". That's why the movie was made. Just as many other movies about a certain group of people is a celebration of those people. Pirates of the Caribbean is a celebration of pirates. Free Willy, a celebration of whales and boys; Ben-Hur, a celebration of chariot races; and Jurassic Park, a celebration of dinosaurs. Okay so I'm terrible at examples (although I think I would be a terrific asset to the marketing of any of those movies). It seems to only be Ebert who has labeled this lifestyle "idiotic". He can not understand the motivations of any of the characters and shrugs off the entire premise of the movie because he can not understand that a love of Star Wars is just as valid a passion as a love for anything anybody could possibly love. It's all about what makes people light up.

Fanboys wasn't a masterpiece of cinema, no, but it didn't have to be. That's not what it was aiming for. I still love you Roger Ebert, but consider us in a lovers' quarrel for the moment. Congrats on your fancy new plaque though.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Your Homework for the Evening

1. Watch this video:


2. Count all the things that she said. Because she did say that. She said that all night.

3. Write a 1000 word paper on the proper use of that's what she said, to be turned in tomorrow morning.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Happy BirthdayChan!

Guess whose birthday it is today? I'll give you five guesses. Actually, I'll give you five guesses as to whose birthday it is NOT today:
Toothpaste
Pizza
Lamps
Jackie Chan...fuck! You guys all lost. It IS Jackie Chan's birthday today. I love your karate, Jackie. I think you're cute.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Blog Links

In the little side part of this blog, I've added a list of very nice blogs (and blog-like things) written by people I don't know. I recommend them very highly. My favorites are probably those written by Patton Oswalt and Roger Ebert. If I could marry both of their brains, I would be happy forever and ever.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Connecting the Pieces

I was re watching a Lost episode from season three (yes, this show is slowly taking over my life, what of it?) and I think I have discovered the secret to the entire show: Why is Mac from It's Always Sunny guarding the freaky rave Clockwork Orange room where the Others are keeping Alex's boyfriend?

Coincidence? No, my friends. And I think we can all figure out what this means. It means that Danny DeVito is the Smoke Monster. It is all connected, people. Mac (idiot though he is) would never fall for the old Wookiee prisoner gag, which means that he must have had a reason to let Sawyer steal his gun. In other words, Danny "Smokey" DeVito told him to let this happen. Bam! Bullet-proof theory.

Also, I spent most of my time at work yesterday creating something very important. It is not done yet, but here is a picture of the work in progress:

I'm not sure how it will be important, all I know is I had to make it. It is fate. Fate or lunacy, I am not sure which yet. I'll let you know when I figure it out.

Bonnaroo

I'm very excited to go to Bonnaroo with my best lady!


Snoop Dogg, be ready to meet your maker.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Things My Cat Eats: Hour Seven

This blog. Regular posting will commence in 19:00 hours. Sorry for the annoyance.

Things My Cat Eats: Hour Six

Again, nothing.

Things My Cat Eats: Hour Five

My Soul.