“Candy? We spent all our money on lights. Lights are like candy for your eyes.”
Related: “…sweet crude oil down $2.71 a barrel to $52.46.” Mmmm…. Sweet crude oil.
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Category: Shallow
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I am Jack’s dated movie tie-in
Coming soon to your pretentious “anti-establishment” best friend’s smoke-filled rec room: Fight Club: The Game from that bastion of anti-authoritianism, Vivendi Universal Games. (FOX must’ve passed on it since it destroyed Bill Mechanic‘s career.)
So put down that dog-eared Hunter S. Thompson book and pick up your PS2 controller, you rebel. It’s time to tear this whole fucking system down: from your couch!
Yes, in fully-pixelated glory, it’s a recreation of the dilapidated yard you grew to love so much with your repeated DVD viewings of David Fincher’s Fight Club…you remember the film, right? It came out in, ummm, 1999?
And there’s that beautifully grimy, dimly-lit basement! It’s almost as if Chuck Palahniuk himself is getting all up in your face, ready to pummel it into oblivion.
God. There’s Meat Loaf, in what surely has to be his first-ever appearance on an X-Box or PS2.
And in the vein of a good self-help group session, video game fans are congregating and clamoring for changes to the way in which this particular one is played. From the manufacturer’s forums:
“Wouldn’t it have been awesome if, after the fight, both fighters, completely covered in bruises and blood would hug each other? That would have been so much funnier and different than all the other crappy fighting gmes target to pre-adolescent rap-boys with Girls, Money and Power on their minds.
VU, you missed your shot to create something truely [sic.] special.
Hey, man! The first rule of Fight Club is you do not reveal the queer subtext of Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you DO NOT reveal the queer subtext of Fight Club. The third rule of Fight Club is take off your shirt and let’s grapple.
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Eh, Not So Much
Is this another prank from those tricky Canadians at Vice?
If it is, it’s not so funny, but it’s better than the whole “We’re white supremacists” thing.
If it’s not… I guess that’s why it’s not funny at all.
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Notes Towards an Election Week Mix Tape
“The Final Countdown,” Europe
“Political World,” Bob Dylan
“Power to the People,” John Lennon
“It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine),” REM
“Welcome to the Terrordome,” Public Enemy
“Help!,” The Beatles
“The Power,” Snap
“I Started a Joke,” The Bee Gees
“Whistle When You’re Low,” Cancer Boy
“Did You Ever Have to Make Up Your Mind,” Lovin’ Spoonful
“Manic Depression,” Jimi Hendrix
“Heroes,” David Bowie
“A Change is Gonna Come,” Sam Cooke
“Authority Song,” John Mellencamp
“You’re a Big Girl Now,” The Stylistics (for Dubya)
Question: What’s on yours?
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Despite This, You Should Still Vote
Green Party: Punks Dead and Your Next [sic.]
Earlier: Another counterculture icon for participatory democracy
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It’s Been A Long Campaign Season
July 29, 2004… October 21, 2004
We’re all sagging a bit, but we can pull through, people!
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Chomsky Shrugged
Bipartisancurious Andrew Sullivan seems to strain credulity a bit with this passage in his
endorsement of John Kerry:
Does Kerry believe in this war? Skeptics say he doesn’t. They don’t believe he has understood the significance of September 11. They rightly point to the antiwar and anti-Western attitudes of some in his base–the Michael Moores and Noam Chomskys who will celebrate a Kerry victory.
Frankly, we find it somewhat difficult to imagine the dour MIT linguist celebrating anything, especially the election of John Kerry, whom Chomsky endorsed, if anything, more reservedly and reluctantly than Sullivan did.
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New Scandal Rocks Washington!
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Dino’s List
Dino Stamatopoulos: He puts the grrrrr in Totally Obscure Comedy Cult Figure
The best part of the new Mr. Show with Bob and David season 4 DVD? The obligatory blooper reel of course.
But more specifically, the really best part is the fetishy tribute to show writer, producer, and sometime actor Dino Stamatopoulos that shows him riding his chopper, mucking around in a lake, and flubbing his one line in the excellent Amadeus parody “Philouza.” (“There’s Philouza!”)
If Bob and David are the Lennon/McCartney of sketch comedy, Dino’s the Frank Zappa: weird, obscure, beloved by a legion of creepy fans who obsess over his ouvre like members of a secret society— and then there are Dino’s questionable Zappa-esque grooming choices. He’s probably the funniest person you’ve never heard of.
If a show was funny, Dino has probably had his grubby hands in it: The Ben Stiller Show, Late Night with Conan O’Brien, TV Funhouse. (Memo to Comedy Central: Put that show on DVD post haste!) He’s even had his hands in some not so funny shows: Take MAD TV. Please, take it.
Listen to the commentary tracks for Ben Stiller or Mr. Show and you’ll see: It’s Dino’s world, we just laugh at it.
“There’s Philouza!”: He finally nails it.
Related: Fun Bunch Comedy
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John Peel’s a Dead Cunt
John Ravenscroft, aka John Peel, legendary Radio One DJ, is dead of a heart attack. Pirate radio DJ, punk patron and OBE, Peel, according to legend, was the first DJ to play a record twice in a row. Download mp3’s of recent Peel Sessions here.
Peel on Peel Sessions:
Over the years we’ve had almost everybody, except the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, of the kind of big bands of the past. More recently Oasis, I never really thought Oasis were much good to be honest, so they didn’t do one. Whereas Blur did a couple of times. My favourites would be fairly obscure things – the two sessions the Slits did during the punk era which were just magical, I thought, were just terrific. Oh, there have been so many. There have been so few that have been bad, it’s amazing, really, when you consider how many have been done. Many thousands now. Very few of them have been disappointing. The Clash did half one, and then amazingly said that the equipment in the studio wasn’t up to the standards that they’d expected so they couldn’t complete the session. Which seemed to me to be unbearably pretentious of them.