A Very Depression (I MEAN RETRO) Christmas
One of the most heartwormy traditions of the holiday season is that of gathering the family ’round for some seasonal entertainment.
We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have our favorites for this time of year: A Charlie Brown Christmas, The Ref
Why In Bruges
I don’t know what YOUR family Christmases are like, but this is pretty much what mine were always like.
Viggo Peaces Out
Strangest direction to an actor ever?
‘You’re not walking like a Jew, Viggo.’
Let’s review:
Well, my first choice for Jew Demonstrating Jewish Walking is a washout, alas, but it did turn me on to one of the greatest websites of all time: JewOrNotJew!
For reference, this walk is virtually part Jewish almost most of the time.
This one is a safe fallback:
Note red carpet, velvet ropes, and soundtrack. Hmmm, is Kanye Jewish too?
Oh, and in reference to the title, if you want to know if Viggo‘s circumsized, you can get The Indian Runner
Viggo with muppets by Michaelangelo okay not really.
The Harry Potter saga, if it had been filmed by John Hughes. You know, there’s a certain part of me (the 80′s part) that can’t help but think this would have been way better.
according to the YouTube, I’m supposed to credit this to ’Thewlis Rox’ @ davidthewlis.net so, thereyago!
In related news, click over the jump to today’s celebrity gossip links.
and now, for a musical interlude…
what did elise ever do fur this?
Which reminds me of the time I lived in a basement apartment, underneath the living room of a woman who was practicing hard for the extremely, extremely, Southern girls you’re not even in it; you don’t have Tiger Mothers, EXTREMELY competitive Miss Chinatown contest.
Every night, she would play the piano; just one piece, over and over, loudly, with an oompah beat and great gusts of ambition, although apparently no past history of experience with the instrument. She practiced this bouncy Germanic tune nightly for about six weeks before my roommate looked up from her book, turned to me with tragic spaniel eyes, and said, “It’s the Moonlight Sonata.”
And so it was.
As if that weren’t soul-killing enough, here are your celebrity gossip links for the day:
because up here the sun does not set this time of year until about 1:30 am and then only in a sort of curtseying manner, bobbing back up again in an hour or less. So you can actually read a newspaper by the daylight at midnight here in Yellowknife.
Which is why the market for spooky stories is somewhat depressed, locally. We’ll see what happens when the 24 hour darkness sets in, and to judge by some of the Inuit Art, whatever sets in then, it ain’t equanimity.
Shaman Drum Dancer by Nelson Takkiruq
See?
So, the market for ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night appears to be at a minimum now, yet somehow I still managed to drum up a squeal of morbid joy when I saw that the slow-grinding wheels of film production had, at last, released this:
Edgar Allan Poe-ster
for lo, opening night cannot come fast enough for those of us here at Operation Global Media Domination HQ. We are indeed looking forward to watching our old Twitter buddy bring to (unsteady, morbid, doomed) life one of the greatest of American Writers. Ah! If only I had my copy of Closed on Account of Rabies with me, and perhaps a bottle of Amontillado (they don’t sell it at the liquor store, but I bet Chef Pierre could rustle me up some) I could set the mood. For now, these small talismans, the poster and this YouTube of Christopher Walken reading The Raven from that very album will have to do.
Cheerful, isn’t it?
